I couldn't stop thinking about their beautiful bodies, though they certainly made sure to keep reminding me every chance they could. Sitting on a cha...rlift in between them, with some random stranger on the other side of Carrie, I'd stroke her pussy through her ski pants on the way up the hill while she moaned in pleasure and gripped the stranger's thigh. The poor guy tried to follow us down the mountain after that, but both Beth and Carrie were awesome skiers and the last time I saw him he. I fucked them three times that afternoon, basically shooting blanks by the end.I told you all that because that day was a turning point for Jill, she started leaving the cap toe flats under desk fairly regularly. I don’t know why, maybe because she found it easier than carrying them in every day? I had so much fun with them, watching wear and play them by day and me fucking them by night. All the while I had been telling my wife about this chick and those flats, being the inquisitive mind my. " Then I wondered what I should wear. I finally decided on a pair of jeans, with no shirt and no shoes ... partially naked but still respectable.About an hour later I heard my mother calling me. "David, I'm ready." I think that might have been the longest hour of my life. I hurried up the stairs and into her room. I stopped as I stepped into the room. My mother was lying on her stomach without her bra with just a pair of thong panties on. I was almost shaking as I walked over to the bed.I saw. I was deep in thought about that, when I saw Martin turn serious. It is the only way I can describe the look on his face. I could tell that he was looking at something behind me. I just knew that what came next wasn't going to be much fun."Now what is the preacher lady doing in a beer joint?" the voice whispered in my ear. He wasn't really whispering but his face was close to my ear. It had to be unless he wanted everyone in the place to hear him.I didn't care if they heard me, so I said in a.