By the time we get to the truck, we’re gasping and laughing and drenched. Wes sets his gear in the bed of his truck, then turns to me. Grabbing me s...ddenly, he pins me against the side of the truck and kisses me fiercely as the rain continues to pelt down on us. The sky is darkening and the wind is picking up. I suddenly realize we are the only people in sight, the only car in the secluded parking lot, and I become even more interested in these kisses, thinking about what might come next. Wes. She never moved as he approached. Finally, he lay a hand on her soft leg and caressed her smooth skin as he stared between her thighs. Up close, her cunt was inviting, tempting, her entire body was like a d**g that removed Greg’s mind from reality. It was like watching someone else as his hand reached out for her. He stroked her inner thigh. Valerie moved a bit, and Greg jumped back startled. She had just pulled her leg up a bit, and now she was spread open wider for him. Greg took a deep. I checked her body, this girl was just perfect for my wants, slender, shapely and her breasts just right, her ass perfect, and her face was pretty even asleep and drugged. I covered her, and sat next to the bed reading. She woke up crying and begging "please let me go Mister, I promise not to tell, this will be our secret". "Sarah, yes I know your name, know everything about you, have your ID, Driver's License and School ID, read the diary in your purse, and the Cards you had in there. You. I went skiing every winter, and though M had joined me on occasion, she was usually the quintessential chalet bunny. She would stay back at the resort, sit in her cute little outfits and basically drink warm winter refreshments all day. On this particular holiday, however she had decided at thirty years old, it was time to join in on the fun. I took her to the local specialty store, Peter Glenn Ski & Sports, at the Galleria near where we live. We purchased her some terrific Rossignol skis and.