About an hour later, as we started the serious eating of the entrees and side dishes, I was able to get near Susan. She looked pretty innocent, so I f...gured that if I hinted at the kind of party we’d be getting into later that night, she might run from the room dragging her husband behind her.“Hi Susan, may I sit with you.”“Oh, yes, Jon. It’s your home; sit anywhere. You’ve done such a great job decorating. We love seeing this. We’re just getting our thinking into paint schemes and decorating. When Jennifer was satisfied that all was safe she laid back and began to enjoy the sensations coming from her pussy. I quietly teased her about chickening out at the last minute, and she assured me that she was just nervous and exited. I alternated between fucking her and rubbing her clit with the toy while I reached up her shirt to fondle her tits. She was really getting into it now, squirming around on the couch and breathing heavier. I kept my eye on Tom to see if he would ever turn over and. He could make it and back. Maybe someone was alive. They came in pretty slow.He quickly found a couple of snow suits, candy bars, several tear-open warmers and the heavy plastic deer toboggan he'd bought to harvest his fall kills, along with its rope, and a four foot stick to hold it off his heels. Bundling the clothes and a tarp in the toboggan he took off for the crash site, the snow squeaking madly beneath his boots. He had to pause occasionally to let any sweat dry to keep himself. For a moment, forgetting where I was, I cupped her heavy breasts and nipped the nipples between my fingers. A bright flash reminded me that we weren’t alone.Lisa had closed her eyes and she was resting her head against my shoulders. She was breathing heavily and I could see she was very aroused. Holding my breath, I quickly undid her bra and took it off. She did nothing to stop me. I cupped her bare breasts and shaped them for the camera. Peter shot away as I tweaked the nipples into hardness..