But I tighten my grip on her and wiggled my tongue against her tightly crinkled rosebud. “No, no, no, no…” she chanted, yet she began rocking he... hips against my mouth. I grinned and pressed my pinky against her hole. She tried to reject me but soon my finger tip slipped past the tight ring of muscle and she cried out. “Just relax, and take it. You know you love it. I can feel your ass milking my finger already,” I said smugly. She tried to protest but it turned to moans as I began sucking on. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to have some 'fun'. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear much clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the effect of, 'Young girl found frozen to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress'.Jon soon put my. She was not looking forward to the picnic.“No,” Jim said.“Why not?”Jim answered, “Tripp said that she would kill me if I showed up too late to take part in the obstacle course race.”“What kind of obstacles?” Melinda asked unsure of what an obstacle course race was.“I’m not sure. She said that her father set it up and it took him almost a month to make it,” Jim said with a worried expression on his face.“You look worried,” Melinda said.“Deuce told me a little about their obstacle course races.. I cracked my eyes open against the glare, and peered upwards at a goddess.Framed against the sun, her deep red hair seemed to glow, even though it was merely pulled back into a short ponytail. She looked down at me with bright blue eyes set in a delicate-featured face with a cute, upturned nose, and a fair but not quite pale complexion. Her expression was creased with worry, and her lips parted as if in mid-word. Her figure was thoroughly hidden by the armour she wore, but my memory immediately.