The interesting thing about true mountain snow powder is that unless you are held up on top of it by a good set of skis, you sink into it like it is l...ght weight water. As Sara descended the steps, the snow powder split open allowing her to descend to ground level. As she walked toward the picnic table, the snow was above her waist, just below her breasts. The Three J's could hear Sara's ragged breathing as she slowly pushed her way through the icy powder. "One or two?" she called out when. Then I hear I could use some of that ass right then I feel a cock against my ass. I looked back at Terry in surprise but before I could say anything I could feel the guy pushing his cock in me and he did the same he fucked my ass wildly also. The cock that was fucking my pussy got really hard and the feeling of another Orgasm came over me. I was cumming and I wanted it his cum also. There he went his cock swelled up and then exploded in me I felt his cum in me but it only smoothed my hot pussy. The was a flash and I was horrified to realise that her hubby was taking a photo of me on my knees, face buried in his wives pussy while she was clearly in the throes of an almighty orgasm. I continued to lick and suck the musky juice from her pussy as she regained her composure. ‘My turn again.’ I heard Tom say, ‘ I want to fuck his pussy face again’ Sally pushed me away and again Tom grabbed the back of my head and shoved his hard cock in my mouth.There I was knelt on the floor while this big. Both the left and right side were lined with bookcases. As it said in the letter removing a few books on the far right of the room revealed a fake panel on the bookcase hiding the safe. Inside the safe is a small, old book with no title. If there was anything written on the cover it would be unreadable from how worn it is. Opening it up I started reading and it quickly became apparent that it was written by my grandfather.‘To my dear JohnFirst let me start with an apology although I doubt it.