Evergreens, needles trapping the snow, as if pulling that blanket over themselves, not knowing the death awaiting if they were buried.Her sister did n...t trust her. That was the problem. Violet did not trust her little sister to take care of herself, to do what was right. To keep herself alive in a small snowstorm. As if she had not lived through blizzards her whole life. Had not been trusted with the younger ones, taking care of them alone at the house.Violet thought she had come to the cabin. I part my own legs as I pump my fingers inside. My thumb reaches for your clit as I explore and push my fingers into you as best my trembling arms can. My rock hard nipples dig into your skin."That's good," you say. "Fist me, please. Push your clenched hand as deep as you can."My legs quiver and I fall to my knees. Leaning forward, I kiss your clit as I pull my fingers free. Forming a fist, I push it inside slowly.My fingers dig into your thigh to give me balance. I push hard and manage to get. Yes, I had thought of asking her on a date a few times, knowing she too was a divorcee, but never did.“Well, it’s not exactly my ideal evening, but figured I’d show up and clean out the buffet,” I chuckled as I gazed into her eyes. I realized instantly that I had never really noticed how good looking she actually was. I knew she has a nice posterior, and a nice shape over-all, but in the dress she was wearing, she looked very alluring.We chatted for several minutes and then slowly made our way. Actually, it was the mob connection that bothered her the most because she knew her Uncle Tony was connected and he didn’t need any spotlight on him because of his work on the outskirts of the law and his need to keep a low profile. She was worried about his protection as well because it was a situation that could go downhill very fast if the press got a hold of it and the other party did some opposition research that would stain the Senator’s reputation in an election year.We met in the buffet.