Of course it's snow, I look up and can see a fine flutter of snow falling from a hole in the ceiling. I sigh, what I viewed as quaint charm in the sum...er has become a dilapidated hell hole. I turn the tap on the sink on to put on the stove for tea. The water is just like the temperature outside, freezing cold. I think about making a list of complaints to the frail man who rented this cabin to me. I have about seven repairs in mind before my water begins to boil and fill the cabin with a dense. She worked the big buckle and unsnapped his pants. "I should warn you, it's been a while," he mumbled as he watched their hands. "How long?" Bethany asked."A month or two," he admitted. She found that answer surprising. How could anyone ignore this cute man for that long? It felt sinful. "Since . . .?" Allison asked without saying her roommate's name."No, not quite that long," Dustin chuckled. "That stung, but please." Good answer," Bethany said and pulled open his pants. He hadn't bothered. He moved towards her and undid her bra as she took his cock in her hand.He kissed one breast and then the other and then started to drag down her ski pants."Bedroom I think," she said and turned and he followed her with her trousers part way down her buttocks.Once in the bedroom she stopped,still with her back to him,and he completed the pulling down of her trousers.He then slowly lowered her knickers revealing her large round cheeks."Oh Margaret, you have a wonderful arse," he drooled."Thank. Gina is describing what she and I did last night," I said before catching myself. In my excitement I let my voice rise and it caught the attention of Miss Baker who closed the dishwasher and came to the doorway, Gina close behind."What's going on Sammy?" Miss Baker asked, her mouth open ever so slightly, her question hanging suspended while I decided how to answer her."Your boyfriend is not inclined to make sexual advances toward you, Miss Baker. I'm sorry to have to tell you that I failed.".