“Do you feel better now, Mr. Peterson?” she panted.“So much better,” the manager groaned. “Shit, I have to call your husband.” He walked o...t of the office, shaking his head.“Yay!” cheered Natasha. “Pete’ll love my big boobies.” She turned around. “Don’t you just love them?”“Fuck, yes, I do,” Frank groaned as he stared at the bimbo’s breasts cupped in her hands.“He’s so hard for you,” I moaned, squirming, my orgasm building. Between the thrill of being watched, the pain of being spanked, and the. I figured that I would place my assailant there until some better information came along.I was neither hungry nor thirsty, but I thought that it would be a good idea to charge up now while I had the time. A few minutes later, I noticed some movement in the brush closer to my horses. It looked like my assailant was headed for the horses, possibly to steal them and leave me stranded here in the middle of nowhere.Well, I wasn't overly worried. As opposed to my opponent, I am a good shot with both. "Sure," Jack said, reaching for my shovel. "Don't kill anybody."Twenty minutes later we were having a tremendous snowball fight. There were eight or nine of us from the neighborhood between the ages of 8 and 11. The action was fast, furious, and mostly inaccurate. Making snowballs and throwing them as fast as we could, there were few direct hits unless one side charged the other. When a charge took place the mayhem was universal but short-lived.I threw a snowball at Tony Morelli but he ducked. I could tell by her moaning that I was doing something right, than she said to now move over to her other tit but to lick her chest with a little flutter of the tongue and than do the same to the other tit after a while to lick my way back to the middle of her chest and down very slowly using my tongue down to her belly botton all arround it and into her belly botton to work my mouth down to her pussy through her hairy pussy and finally to her pussy lips and clit to very softly nibbele on her.