The parking lot for the motel hadn’t been plowed. There were no snowmobiles, but it appeared to be full of cars, most of which had obviously been th...re since before it started snowing. They weren’t much more than car-shaped bumps in the deep snow. The chances of a room being available were obviously pretty slim.“I don’t care if I have to sleep in the lobby,” Mandy said loudly to herself. “I’m getting inside out of this blizzard.”She turned the wheel hard and prayed that the car would bounce. That’s perfectly fine, they should be able to give the best advice on where I should visit. “Hi, where’s Ingrid this morning?” “I’m sorry, sir she’s not here Tuesdays. I should be of assistance with any enquires you have.” That’s fine they are all here to help. “Where’s the best places to go birdwatching here in Iceland.” I know I should have done some research before I came. “Hmm! Let me think, an hour away there’s Thingvellir National Park. That’s perfect for wildlife, hope this helps sir.”. Quite often when I’m fucking her, Anne will tease me by saying that she wished I had a cock like Ben’s to really fill her up. Luckily, considering Anne is so vocal during sex, our house is quite well soundproofed. If we had lived in a flat with neighbours on all sides it could have been quite embarrassing. However, we weren’t so fortunate when we went on holiday this year. We had booked the holiday along with five other male friends, two of whom were due to bring their girlfriends along. By the. .. it would be my first.”“Interesting, no muss, no fuss,” I said unbuttoning the top most button on my blouse.“Or, depending on your personal morals, you could let me fuck you?”“That ain’t gonna happen, Richard,” with my blouse now off. I’m standing a meter from my naked son, in only a lacy bra, with panties and a pair of sky blue slacks. Oh yeah, he had a hardon with a hand on it, just keeping it hard enough so we could talk.“Here is what’s going to happen, Richard. Get your hand moving, and I.