The van was buffeted by a stray wind gust and she placed one hand on my thigh asking, "Can you see all right? All I see is swirling snow." I can see, ...ostly. Look to the right a bit and down, you can make out the ridge of the road edge through the snow. There's that, an occasional cliff face and other things like signs and road markers that let me know I'm staying where I belong on the road." I looked at her and smiled as I placed a hand over hers on my leg. "You'll find a box in front of the. ” I told Becky they want more than to just be friends! In Typical Becky fashion she said “What’s wrong with being friends with them? They just want to fuck!” “EXACTLY I said!” Becky teased me from that day forward after the rest of our talk when I told her I was still a virgin. On weekends Becky and I started going to the mall with the guys and we hung out in the game room a lot. Sometimes we walked the mall and got smoothies. Becky and I continued to accept their generosity of giving us a ride. While being a cute, quick and generally agreeable kid, Stephie was still at the age where she was convinced that the whole of the universe existed solely for her own personal satisfaction. They had all those goddamn plastic horses out, which, I supposed, held Anne in the trance of a flashback. It almost made me queasy, how clear an image I had of Anne-the-little-girl cantering her herd of yore around.I'd probably stolen the image from an old photo album. The only real difference was that age. In the end two hours and a number of shared orgasms passed by before they could find the resolve to roll out of bed and re-heat the bagels.It was while washing up a few things in the kitchen that Paul came in and started nuzzling Edy, a hand on her ass, another up to massage a lightly covered breast, kissing her neck and saying nothing that could be repeated. Edy shrugged him off saying, “Like you haven’t seen bigger tits and tighter asses. C’mon Paul, you’re just horny again.” To which Paul.