You could tell she dyed her hair cause her roots were solid grey. I walked past her, then turned around. I stopped in the middle of the aisle.She wa...ked towards me with her glasses hangin on the tip of her nose. I was fantisizing about fucking her, staring right at her chest. She smiled and said, "how are you young man". I replied "doing great! thanks for asking".My heart was racing, I was thinking of what I could say to her to strike a conversation, when she asked me "can you help me get. The biting cold squeezed and oozed its way through every zip fastener and every buttonhole and especially down the neck; despite me having one of the best down jackets on the market.I was freezing by the time I got to the chalet and I desperately hoped that Melissa would warm me up. The welcoming warmth of the chalet hit me as soon as I opened the door and I quickly removed my outer clothing, boots and socks before stepping into the lounge. The fire was ablaze and the sofa looked inviting; even. Connie enjoyed the first two of those but not the last two. She liked to water ski and the first time we went out to the lake with some friends of hers and I saw her in a bikini is the day that I knew I would do anything for her. I was in love! Or was that lust? I could only hope that Connie felt the same way about me but I didn’t see how it could be possible. I still couldn’t believe we were going out three or four times a week, including almost every Saturday. As my Junior year of college. The motion has Meg arching off the bed, and Stella chuckles.“You’re an eager one. Now no coming until I tell you to,” Stella orders and instantly Meg freezes. Withholding an orgasm was definitely not her strongest skill. She is about to argue, but Stella instantly takes her fingers from her pussy, grabs her nipple, and tweaks it. Hard. Hard enough that it should hurt, and it did cause her to cry out, but her cries aren’t in pain. They are in pleasure.“Yes, ma’am…” Meg reluctantly replies and a.