Itseemed his axle, was broken, and he couldn't even get the trunk to open,so he could grab his suitcase. After kicking the tire for a few seconds,he r...alized that the only thing it would get him, was a sore foot, andhe didn't need one of those, as he made the three mile trudge back tothe cabin, in the ever deepening snow.Exhausted, and sore from his week long winter sports marathon, thejourney was not easy for Marshall. He fell several times before reachingthe little cabin, and the heat from. Still, she was so beautiful. I finally came to my sense and spoke, "Hello, I'm Lenny. Your next door neighbor. I wanted to come over and introduce myself."She said "Oh hi! We didn't except to meet anyone so soon. I'm Susan." We?" I looked around and didn't see anyone.She said "Oh, it's my husband and me. Come on in and I'll introduce him to you! He is finishing in the kitchen."I tell her she has a beautiful home, when really I was watching her ass sway into the kitchen. God! I gotta get laid. My hand came out of my pussy and my other hand releases my poor, abused clit. I brought both up to my lips, my other lips, and again took in my scent and taste my orgasm.My empty hand flopped to my side and it was only then that I rediscovered the forgotten vibrator. My hand grasps the toy and raises it. I catch myself in the mirror, again. Between my heaving breasts and parted legs, I see my image looking back. The image becomes blurred … again … as a deep shadow passes in front of it. . I hit the RECORD button on my camera. Then I hit the PLAY button on her cell phone. The music came on immediately.It was some pretty weird music. The kind of music that you hear while watching pornographic movies. Emma had some interesting taste in music. I considered asking her about it, but I decided against it. As long as she didn't notice my seven-inch boner, I was perfectly fine with the situation.Emma did her routine. She walked back and forth, clapping as she moved around. She shook her.