It wasn’t like those big fluffy things you see in movies. So her butt was barely covered, even as her breasts, small as they were, were just covered...as well. She went out, half hoping Randy was in the kitchen or living room, yet also excited by the prospect that he might be in the bedroom. He was there in their bedroom, and even more so, he was pulling off his clothes! Facing away from her, she stared at his small, tight butt. This was the first time she saw it in broad daylight. She blushed. He took a deep yawn and considered taking a dive on the couch in the living room to get some sl*ep, but was stopped cold by a sound.As he got closer towards the TV, it turned on and was putting out a strange crackling noise that send a chill up his spin. He looked all over for the remote to turn it back off, in case it woke his grandma up, but couldn't find it. Relegated to just reaching for the power button, Andre felt along the bottom, and felt a weird surge from his fingers and the TV. Shelly and I were in a nearby city doing some Christmas shopping, and heard about the snowstorm coming, but we didn't take it too seriously. Besides, I had just turned eighteen a few days ago, and we were in a celebrating mood. We thought we had plenty of time to get home before the weather got really bad. It turns out we were wrong. The weather deteriorated rapidly, and before we got home, the snowstorm became a blizzard. We were on the highway headed home when it hit. Shelly was driving, and. You made me a slut, I like being your slut." And your husband what about him?" He asked pushing into her a bit harder.Angie groaned.He thrust harder still, "Come on tell me, what about your husband?" He pulled back and thrust hard again."Oh, God," Angie exclaimed then groaned.Sid speeded up Angie met his thrusts."Come on, Angie tell" Sid whispered urgently."I . . . um . . . He's my husband you're my lover."Sid began to fuck her with powerful strokes. He stopped sucking on her tit and moved up.