My wet tunnel dilated immediately to accommodate his thick meaty shaft and we both groaned softly as he started to fuck me with lovely deep penetratin... strokes. I loved the sensation of his chest against my back with his hands gently squeezing my firm tits, and the slapping sound of our flesh colliding with every thrust. Johan was in complete control of my pleasure as he grasped my hips and varied the tempo, which was turning me inside out.I felt him slowly withdraw from me, and he sat down on. After that, we headed out across the pond.The snow on the pond was at least three feet thick in some places. Of course, Anna rode across the surface of the snow very nicely. I, on the other hand, sank down some distance in the white fluffy powder. I would have needed shoes that were too long to maneuver to stay near the surface. From experience, I knew that the shoes I wore did indeed help, and that the snow would be almost impossible to traverse without the extra surface area that the webbing. She pauses and looks down the passage, but is unable to make out a shape in the inky black shadows within. Joyce hesitates, not sure if she should call out or just keep moving.“Help! Help me!”She definitely heard it that time. A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… the voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep within a tunnel. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on. “You?”“Twenty.”“And this is your house?” she asked. “Damn. I’m traveling in the wrong circles!”“If you’re done flirting, Carla,” Dustin said with a laugh, “I do need you to do your job.”She got up and used the towel to dry off the water droplets and then dressed.“Inheritance?” she asked.“Nope. My dad and I bought it together. I own half the house. I made quite a bit of money from a computer software business that I started in High School and sold recently. I’m renting rooms to my college.