She laughed when she saw them. When she was gone I stoked the fireplace so that it would be roaring and warm shortly. It took her forever to return, b...t by then I had tea brewed and a bottle of cognac aside two glasses on the low coffee table in front of the fire. When she returned her feet were bare, and I could see her toes matched the red nail polish on her fingers. My shirt hung half-buttoned and un-tucked over the waist of the sweats. She had let down, and her face was washed clean of. But he moves to my mouth and let me suck some of the water from the cube until it is gone. His mouth gradually warms as we kiss and then he pulls away. This time I can hear the ice cubes clanking against the glass when he picks it up and can only lie there wondering what will be his next target…. I don’t have to wonder for long as I feel his head between my legs, then a shock of cold as he licks and sucks on my clit. I moan and arch to open wider as he move his freezing tongue down and begins. “But not from doing splits on the fifty yard line. My legs and ass are from volleyball”, she said with a bit of pride, as she stretched her sexy legs and placed her feet on the dash. She paused to admire them and once again stroked her thighs with a mixture of satisfaction and invitation.“Three years of volleyball gives you cheerleader legs and an ass that looks awesome in hot pants. Google 'volleyball shorts' and you'll see what I mean.”“Been there, done that. Got the hard-on” I said with a. The next morning I felt good considering the previous day of manual labor that I was not accustomed to. Becky, on the other hand, was not fairing as well and mentioned that her legs and shoulders were sore from all the shoveling the day before. Although a little later in the morning than planned, we prepared for another day of dirt. Today, we would remove another eight to ten inches of soil and place it in the new eight-foot by eight-foot section that we had added to the existing raised.