I love to dance. I love dancing... almost as much as fucking. I look upon dancing as a prelude to lovemaking, a kind of foreplay. Bob will only do the...slow dance, which is fine with me, but every once in a while I want to move, ya know?Evidently my position on the barstool was revealing a little leg. Several guys close by were getting a good look up my skirt. Feeling sluttish, I spread my thighs wider and was rewarded with a couple wolf-whistles from a nearby booth with two couples sitting in. We floated out to a road that was deeply snow covered but well packed. We looked around but we could not see the plane because of its location. Cars drove by with skis strapped to them. Roman had received his own medallion to exit the plane and a shield was erected to keep him safe.Our duties were split up so we could carry those of us who could not manage the fulcrums. In case somebody was looking, we slid across the snow as if we were on cross-country skis. Tiffany's wheelchair looked to have. She’s so tight, wet, and hot. He loves it! ‘You like my pussy, baby?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Tight enough for you?’, she asks as she clenches tighter. ‘Yes!’ Still, all she’s doing is kegels. No movement other than that, but then she rotates her hips slowly then stops and continues with her kegels. ‘You’re in my element. You’re mine!’ She clenches and unclenches and slowly rocks giving just enough movement to stir sensations, but she stops again. ‘What do you want?’ ‘You to fucking move!’ She stays still,. ..... I'll see you later then......Ummmhumm.....ok.....bye," he snapped the phone shut. "Mom says there's a tornado warning, and that we should pull over untill the storm blows." Oh, okay," I said. What were we going to do in the car while the storm blew over? I pictured us kissing in the small car, and smiled with pleasure. Sure enough he said, "it looks like we're going to be here a little while." Then he smiled, and leaned closer, "I have an idea on how we can pass the time." His lips.