We eventually wound up in each other’s arms making out. I was holding her head in one hand as I was kissing her while the other was sliding up her t...igh. I slowly made my way to Sandy’s bare pussy, running my hand across her pussy, feeling her wetness. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed. I continued to stroke her pussy with soft touches until she started pushing herself at my hand. I slid two fingers into her soft tunnel, reveling at just how wet she was. I was using my thumb to stroke her. It was an effort to say the least.People were already out and some paths were already cleared from doors to the closest running water, or where it could be had anyway. The bakery was doing business, as was the saloon, where a crowd was already gathering and drinking locally made beer and whiskey. The good stuff was still on hand, but was being doled out sparingly, or at least until the pass was reopened.Although it was still overcast, the snow had stopped, and it was ten thirty AM. It looked. They grinned like a bunch of frat brothers as they instructed her to count loudly.Smack! "One," Maggie called out as the first stroke of the paddle made contact with her creamy white ass.Smack!"Two," she moaned as her nipples enjoyed being pinched and pulled.Smack!"Three," she panted. I knew she was so turned on, that a few more strokes would make her cum.Sure enough, after calling out ten, her body shuddered, and her pussy sprayed sweet nectar.Another man took over and treated her to ten swats. Less than 5 minutes later, a real hunk sat down at the table with me. He was 5'10" tall with black wavy hair and muscles on his arms and chest that were screaming at me to touch them, caress them, and kiss them. "May I join you," he said. I had no objections. In fact, I was surprised and extatic that this fine stud muffin was interested in me. I never in my life before tonight got such attention. My jaw dropped for a moment before I realized I hadn't yet answered, and he was staring at.