In the snow! We let her use the phone to call her mother and to tell her that she was ok and we offered to let her stay in the cabin with us until she...was able to make arrangements to get home. She was 22 and we could tell she was afraid but grateful to be picked up by two women. Our weekend would go on as planned but helping her was something we just did. We arrived at the cabin and started to settle in. The three of us making and having a good dinner and drinking a great red wine late into. I looked at her as she was leaving. I wanted to see her again, to be alone with her.“Deborah," I called. She turned. "What is it, Mrs. Willows?”"Should you feel the need to pass by sometimes, just let me know, okay?" I was trying to be diplomatic as I didn't want my true feelings for her to fully emerge. But I was already missing her. "I will, Mrs. Willows." She smiled and then walked out of my sight.I was happy but a feeling of guilt started to creep into my mind. And it stemmed from the fact. I desperately want to stay longer. But I don't want anyone getting suspicious. This time I remembered to mark our place in the magazine I'm reading from and put them both back under his newspaper.I kissed him again and said, "I enjoyed that, Mr. Sullivan. I'll see you Wednesday."He laughed and said, "Don't you think you should call me by my first name now?"I thought about that for a few seconds and said, "No. I don't think so. I like it that you're Mr. Sullivan."I saw the understanding in his. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the panties to his face. The cum splattered all over him. Such a mess, so much semen.Mike heard a noise at the door, someone was using a passkey to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to move without leaving a trail of spunk. In walked a young woman, smiling at him.“Mr Smith, please switch on this computer tablet.” and she handed him the gadget.He switched on coming face to face with the man who had bought Sara. “Mr Smith, my.