Anyway, she gotrabbit fur ski jacket & ski pant. She got designer ski clothing, veryexpensive and very wonderful to her. He saw that, and he said, "...'m leavingnow. I'm not skiing with my father with those clothing." She said, "O.K.,I can get some male clothing, if you like?" He said, "Do it! Now!" So, shegot some boy's ski clothing (since her size is so small, she can't get men'ssizes). The only thing that she was wearing which was a woman was her braand a panty.So, they started to ski. They looked at each other for a second, a smile on their lips. As she was walking away she wandered why he looked so familiar. Those features... "Well," she thought "there are so many guests here every night, maybe he was here before." Just as she reached the coffee machine his friend got up and walked towards the exit when he turned around and said "Hey Jon," and continued in Dutch. HE replied something in Dutch as well, but even if it had been in English she wouldn't have understood,.... Dang. "Hey you." He said. He patted the bed next to him. I crawled up onto the bed and snuggled up to him. He started rubbing my back and I gave a soft sigh. He kissed my forehead and I wrapped my leg around his so I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. I felt him freeze beside me as I started to nibble and lick his ear. I felt his breathing get faster and his cock get harder as I kissed his neck and reached up his shirt to grab his nipple. He pulled my face to his and kissed me,. The bath towel flashed, hiding and then revealing skin. She bent over and I was treated to a one-second view of a hanging breast before moving onto the full pubic hair view. It was then she did a strange thing. Two fingertips of her left hand pulled up and apart her labia from above revealing her clitoris, then with her thumb and first finger of her right hand, she tweaked her clitoris. I was mesmerised. I could feel my jeans soaked where pre-cum was seeping out of my sixteen-yea- old cock and.