The wind blew nearly knocking her over, but Snow held on, already the beginnings of her orgasm claiming her, so she fought through it until prudence a...d reason said otherwise. Weak in the knees, her pussy still throbbing pleasurably even as she turned, her intent to dress and head back. She gasped looking back towards where she'd left the snow mobile, more importantly, her clothing. They were gone! Frantic, Snow stepped back behind the rocks where she'd parked it looking all about as she did. Were you forced that night?” I asked her.“No… Vimal, I mean, I don’t know what to tell you. I wasn’t forced. I am just…” she left the sentence incomplete.“Is there anything I can do to make you forget it?” I asked her.“What do you mean?” she asked, with a very uncertain face.“I can avenge for what has happened to you!” I said, with all the enthusiasm of a responsible boyfriend, a caring lover, and a future husband.“No, Vimal, I don’t think I want to see any kind of hurt being caused to… I mean…. I had, to my shame, seen dildos like this in sex stores when I went looking for porn in the days before the internet took over like it has. I had even seen people using them in porn, but I still was not prepared for Beki to start forcing this down her throat as she looked at me.“Hmmm, I wish this was you!” she said as she came up for air before pushing even more of the phallic object down her throat again.“Wank yourself a bit faster!” she urged me as she pulled the dildo out of her mouth.“Yes!”. I would have supposed with the way she carried herself and shook her whorish ass around that she was a total slut. No doubt, in fact, she was. Clearly, however, the elasticity and recuperative powers of her youth had thus far served to prevent such adventures from diminishing the delight of my uninvited incursion.In fact, as that athletic young sleeve clutched at me in oily embrace, it was none of these observations that brought me wonder. What did surprise me, as I hastened the pace with which.