“We have a guest, I thought you would... well, you know?” he said and shrugged.“No, I don't know,” I said, hands on my hips.The doorbell rang,...saving him - for now.“Well?” I asked.“Oh yeah,” he said and ran to the door. I turned to go into the kitchen.“Hey man,” Johnny said. “I see you found the place.”I shook my head. My Johnny was not the smartest person in the world, but he was mine.“Yeah, I think so.”The deep voice got my attention. I turned down the oven, then stepped into the living. I tell him to move over to the recliner and take off his pants, and he complies. Now it was my turn. I can't wait to take him into my mouth, so I quickly drop to my knees and engulf his cock in one swift motion. Now, you might think that the main reason for sucking him off, is to make him feel good, while giving him some relief. Or there's the fact that he just blew me, so its only fair to return the favor. Both reasons are valid. But my main reason is, I can't wait for him to cum in my. Cletus and his hot black coffee diverted him from the blond fury. An obscene number of clicks and ca-chunks greeted the four as they tried to recover.What the unfortunate felons found pointing at them was Oscar with a shotgun, Wilber and Orrville with a 44 magnum and 9mm, Frank with a 357, Sherman with a 9mm, Michael and Reginald with 38s, and May holding the small submachine gun that had once been in the hand of the man that tried to grab Buffy. But most threatening of all Buffy had managed to. I have been in many, many ski areas in my life, but I have never encountered one quite as opulent as this one.I spent my days on the slopes, working up to the black diamond level, and my evenings in the lodge surrounded by the other occupants of this chalet group. There was a constant mix of young and old, but all had to be reasonably affluent because the accommodations were not cheap.It was on the fourth day that I met her. She had fallen and lost one of her skis and was having a bit of a time.