”“Good,” he says with a wink. “Come with me. And bring Gwen along. This is going to require both of you.”Ivy taps the girl’s shoulder and ...its up. “What’s going on?” she asks.Brady pokes his head out the door for a moment. When it ops back in, he says, “I’ll tell you on the way. We have a short window.”Ivy scopes up a black lace poncho and drops it over her head as she heads for the door with Gwen right on her heels. “So what’s the hurry?”“I spoke to my mother a little earlier,” he begins,. I saw something alright. She was good looking and had breasts… I had never seen actual live breasts and these were nice ones! They were completely nude and going at it so I watched secretly until Ron pulled out and ejaculated his load onto her torso. I quietly dashed to my room to masturbate. That began to happen more and more and became an almost daily thing. I came home for lunch on occasion since our condo was so close. I walked in on him with another girl buck naked, giving him head in. He pretended he was Frosty the snowman. We got our snowman built but didn't get it decorated in time. A couple teenagers won, which was for the best. We had fun all week. Each day we spent at different activities and nights were filled with passion. Before we knew it, it was our last night. I was in a sombre mood as I didn't want our winter paradise to end. "Don't be sad, darling. Let's enjoy our last night here and worry about tomorrow when it comes." I am glad I didn't beat you with that. I strut right up to him, take a bottle from his hand and take a swigbefore growling, "Tell me about it, stud..." like Sandra Dee beforecollapsing in giggles..."I see why you dressed me up," says Scott, "I fit right in." He's right,he does, we both blend in perfectly with the biker-guys and their mini-skirted girls. I love it. I slink up close to Scott and rest my arse onhis groin. He sighs, but bears it like a man. And I feel him, a mangrowing against my bum and I almost swoon, again.We share a.