His feet ended at his boot tops and no trace of snow or shadow or outline or slope or mountainside existed in his vision. There was no horizon and no ...ky. It was a perfect "whiteout," that rare condition of light in which snow and sky are perfectly blended together and there is no trace of shadow or highlight. There is absolutely no visual sense of shape, slope, or horizon. It is, literally, like being inside a milk bowl.This was serious. The condition had evolved around him as he traversed the. "I found him first."The produced some genuine laughter at my expense. I was sure I was red-faced."Okay," I surrendered. "One drink on the boss at Hernando's Hideaway." Would it be okay if we invited Bobby Lee and Wick?" Fiona asked."I don't see why not, since they are going to make us all famous," I smiled.Sandra got on the phone and paged the two men. It took a few minutes before they answered.I was sitting on the edge of Donna's desk chatting with the women and mentioning how pleased Leo was. He told her to join him and to call him at six, she reset the alarm finding to her surprise she had only been stood up there for less than two hours, and it had seemed to her like a lifetime. Exhausted she slipped into the bed, his body warm hers cool and stiff, she cuddled down then soon slept. That dammed alarm clattered again, she had been asleep minutes not hours she thought, the clock as she shut up the alarm read 6 AM, her bladder again bursting for release, she began to raise. Our inner, dark sexual desires got heated a few times in the past but tonight the alcohol had a grip on us as our innocent night of web surfing instantly took a turn when I had to use the bathroom. She went with me and we were teasing eachother and jokingly squeezing each other's body. Slowly our hands started grabbing more and more intimate areas. Once I finally softly pinched my mother's small but tender tit she softly moaned, then firmly looked into my eyes as her hand cupped, quickly and.