It looked like most of my supplies had stayed attached to the sled. This was due to the fact that I had taken the time to secure them properly. Howeve..., during the fall, I had lost my ski poles and it appeared that the tent was also missing. I was thankful that I had brought along a spare set of collapsible poles, just for such an emergency. The tent was another problem, however. We would need some shelter to sleep in for the night. I noticed that the temperature seemed to be dropping. I become interested in my reading and postpone looking at you again until the view becomes clearer. As we start to taxi out for our take off I notice that two lucky guys are assigned to sit with you and are like bookends on both sides of your luscious body. Your pleated skirt is hiked up quite high on your thighs as you sit reading a magazine; I don’t know what magazine it is but I remember thinking that I bet it’s not “Good Housekeeping.” I can not help but notice that your bookends keep. Feeling that I was safe here I walked to the sink and let the water run until it was warm enough to use. As I waited I let my gaze wonder around the room. Graffiti filled the stalls and walls. Sayings like, “Beth Tanner is a whore” or “Anyone want to hook up with a 10?” were forever etched in the steel of the stall doors and on the peeling papered wall. The two stall doors were closed casting shadows on the floor of the broken toilets. Only one flushed and one actually worked, they weren’t the. . yes, do it, do it to me..." I groaned,as the tongue found the puckered little hole and pushed inside. Mr. Laurence continues his tongue, working around my puckered little butt hole,he is spitting copious amounts getting me ready for the onslaught that I've been praying for sometime. I want that 8 inches of man-meat and I don't care where he puts it.His muscular arms are holding my legs up and wide apart so that he can take advantage of my vulnerability."Oh, Mr. Laurence, please fuck me,I want.