We’d accumulated almost four feet of snow; enough to completely hide the bushes in the back yard.Clattering noise from the kitchen filtered through ...he bedroom door. Rolling out from under the thick quilt, I shivered as I strode into the bathroom, turned the shower on, dropped my pajama bottoms, and stepped into the warm water. It took a moment for me to stop shivering.By the time I entered the kitchen an aroma of freshly brewed coffee was blending with toast. Sia turned from the stove and. Where most of the girls on the beach wear bikinis, you are wearing a pair of tiny denim cut off shorts, they are too small for you and you cannot do up the top 2 buttons, as a result your pussy is practically on show, if you had a hairy bush you would be on show but as I look really close, I can just make out the top of the landing strip you had waxed in for you holidays. Your arse cheeks hang out below the shorts, just waiting for my hand to grab. You are wearing a yellow bikini top, pushing. I rubbed her stomach from the side, massaging her abdomen. My hands were near her pubic mound now, which was freshly shaved and squeaky clean. I spread her legs as my eyes feasted on her vaginal lips that were puffed with arousal.Her pink pussy was smiling at me, begging for my touch! I took my hands slowly below between her splayed thighs. “Oh!” she let out a deep lusty groan. “Please do more. Feel my cunt fully.”I placed one hand over her vaginal lips and, like a plier, opened them to see the. “Good, wanting help, that’s the first step.”“Alright, what’s going on in here!” A male voice bellowed.“Someone is sick,” Amber mentioned.“Okay, everyone clear out!” The room emptied in a hurry except for Brad’s friends and Carrie.Brad recognized the voice of Mr. Erickson. “What’s going on here?” He asked, seeing Scott’s haggard appearance. “I smell booze. You’ve been drinking, Warren?”“It’s cough medicine and other stuff, Sir. Scott told me he has the flu,” Brad motioned with a little nod for.