I was bare as a newborn under my skirt. If I tripped and fell, people could see everything. But with this group they wouldn't see seeing something the... hadn't already seen, and enjoyed.That didn't stop me from automatically trying to tug my skirt down a little more when we got back in the car.The boys had stayed back out of the sight. They honked as we pulled back onto the road. I swear the air went right up my legs. The thought of what we were going to do got me wet, and it made my sex feel. We drove through a tunnel that was over a mile long. When we came out the other side, there was snow on the ground. The further into the Rockies, the deeper the snow. The highway was always clear, though.As we arrived at our condo, the sun was just setting behind the mountains. The ski slopes were empty, but a few snow-cats were up, grooming the runs.There was a bellhop in the lobby, who helped us load our bags onto a trolley, and brought it up to our suite on the eighth floor.By the time we. Before the dominant mood was broken I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her face to face with Christina. I saw the lust on both their faces but, I could feel the tension and determination return to Vicky’s shoulders. Fired up again, she walked to the tool table and came back with a half dozen lengths of fine, nylon string. Handing one piece to me she said, “Make me a slip knot.” I did and handed it back. She slipped the knot over the suction tube on one of Christina’s breasts. When it was. Touching him and feeling him precisely where he needed to be touched and felt, she fingered the head of his cock through his jeans with her manicured fingers. When he didn’t stop her from sexually touching him, and when he didn’t resist her from her sexually seducing him, she unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. ‘Fuck me,’ he thought to himself without dare voicing that out loud. In the way that he had tried to strip off the clothes of a woman numerous.