My body was shivering uncontrollably. My teeth chattered like a tommy gun. Fuck it was cold! Suddenly, a sign loomed out of the white murk. It was the...sign for a ski resort I visited last year. What the fuck! I was a hundred miles from home in my jockey shorts in a blizzard! 4 I stood staring at the sign dumbly for a minute. A hundred miles from home. Not that there was a lot going on there that I wanted to get back to, but it’s the principle of the matter. Then I pulled myself together. Now. ”“How could I forget everything?” I said holding her butt cheeks with both my hands to press them hard enough that my aunt rose at least an inch on her heels.“I am here to remind if you don’t remember, my beloved boy, you laid me down and helped me take off my panties in a flash. You flicked my bra open like an expert and pulled it off my arms. You mounted on me, started kissing my lips and descended on to my saggy breasts. You started licking my nipples alternating from one to another,. Down it went. With my lips clamped tight on his shaft, taking short strokes and applying a lot of pressure, I felt his dick throb over and over again, as I tasted his load and swallowed it. After ten throbs I was so cum drunk that I lost count. But I know there were several more. I had not even noticed during the climax of our fun that the Janitor, a local man, in his fifties and very dark, had put down his broom at the far corner of the restroom and was watching me as the huge, naked Samoan. I already had a head start with my top two buttons undone, allowing the fabric to fold away from my bra-less titties, revealing my cleavage (as if free-range b-cups could be called such have a thing) to just above the bottoms of my boobs, revealing about a third of my breasts, but my nipples were well-covered. The heat and humidity of the day produced a sheen of perspiration on my bare skin, and a tackiness of the fabric, causing it to stick to the contours of my body. It was a sassy look,.