I tried to struggle only to hear Daniel warn me 'bitch we gonna fuck and you gonna let me or I'll rip that little ass wide open'. I stopped and cried...as Daniel guide his enormous member4 to my buttocks. His huge cock head sliding roughly up the crack of my butt. Pressing viciously against my leaking tender butt hole. I begged 'Daniel, please, my butt is sore. Don't do this'. Daniel snickered and said to Bruce 'you done fuck the bitch raw or you just tickled this ass/pussy'. Bruce and Daniel. I dunno why he didn't go for the gusto, but I wasn't going to be the one to interrupt his activities. When I looked back at The Dancer, she had her clothes back on. Well, almost. She was still putting on her shirt, and her bra hugged her tits nicely. I still wanted to suck on them for a while, but she seemed to be in a rush. Once her shirt was on, she smiled at me again with that warm whisky smile. "Thanks," she said, almost shyly. It made her look innocent again, like when she had first. She came back in, sat and told them they had nothing to worry about, there had never been a storm in their area that could damage their buildings. As she talked, she caught them glancing her knees and slowly closed them tight. It was too late, they had already glanced her fat gusset covering her plump cunt. Jill knew that they were all at “that” curious age and she was an “interest”. She didn't blatantly teased them, but she allowed them an “accidental” glance. She had missed a few pairs of. Then, Lady Luck decided to slap me in my face. Hard. In the middle of the normally last, fourth group it started snowing. Not some light powder-like snow but heavy, wet flakes almost as big as hankies that immediately stuck in the ski trails coming down from the tower. Together with the lowered bar, it cut down the speed on the mound, shortening the jumps of the last competitors even more. This just wasn’t fair! Starting all over again also meant that the last of us would need to rush after the.