After doing some work asian in the shed (first digging to and digging out the shed), I came into the house all dressed up in my snow gear. "Come on, girls, let's go for a walk." The girls' reactions were as expected; Sonja was overjoyed, Momo was unwilling but compliant, and Chloe was too nervous and obedient to have an opinion one way or the other. They got fully dressed and came outside, where I had eight long strips of wood, cut from a large piece of plywood I had found in the shed. "Master, what are those for?" "These are going to help us stay above the snow." Quite simply, they were handmade skis, though not like the antiques you might find hanging above the fireplace at a fancy ski lodge. However, I was actually fairly proud of them. Each ski had a length of thin japanese rebar duct taped to the bottom, strong enough to help keep the wood from cracking oriental under our weight but light enough to not drain our stamina with every step. I had also found some scraps of tin roofing from the building of the house and added them to the ends as slopes to help them move over the snow. With nothing but several layers of duct tape, I secured everyone to their skis. It was certainly an awkward feeling, trying to get around with them on my feet, but my first steps out into the snow were promising. Outside of the house, the world was completely white, not a single tinge of hue beyond the clear blue sky. Snow had entombed everything, every tree and every pine needle, plastering itself into the ridges of bark at every angle and leaving nothing untouched. Every branch was weighted down with powder, hanging submissively like curtains. It almost looked like an alien world. The girls followed me, struggling to move with their skis, but at least they weren't sinking into the snow. "Let's see if the road has been plowed." We made our way over to the driveway, first checking my car. On average, the storms had dumped a solid six feet of snow, but around my car, being subject to the wind, it was twice that. Besides already knowing where it was parked, our only sign as to the existence of the car was the raised hill created by the snow replicating its shape as it was piled on. I brought a snow shovel with me and had to do lots of digging before I even reached metal. Jesus Christ, I had never seen a winter as extreme as this. I continued excavating around my car, only stopping when I finally exposed a window and could look inside. It almost felt like orgasm I was gazing into some ancient tomb. "Girls, I predict a lot of shoveling in our immediate future." Even Sonja groaned at the prospect. We then trekked down the driveway, past countless drooping branches with their ends buried in the snow. We would try to shake them loose whenever we could, but even when we cleared off all the snow, they still hung, despondent. It might take some time before they recovered and regained their rigidity. Hell, every man knows how hard it is to stay erect in the snow. We reached Toys the end of the driveway, where we found good news and bad news. The good news was that the road had been plowed. Well, I had no idea when, but from the fact that there was only two feet of snow on the road, it proved that this road wasn't completely forgotten. The bad news was that the plow had left a huge wall of snow at the end of the driveway that would be a bitch to dig through. From there, we simply zigzagged through the forest, looking for any kind of paths we could use. By now, the girls and I knew these woods like the back of our hands, but there was no longer anything recognizable. Trees had been replaced with white pillars, ravines had been filled in, all manner of plants and brush were completely buried. It was an eerie reality, but it was also truly amazing and stunningly beautiful. I tried taking pictures with my phone, but they all came out as just a white flash. "It's sort of like that documentary, isn't it?" Our tongues dueled each other. I rammed my fingers in fast and furious and japanese you screamed, arched your back and squirted again catching him in the chest and face. “Beautiful,” he whispered into the crevice between my legs. “So, what about the sleep over?” I was still shaking when Jon told me to stand oriental up and face the audience. "That'll be $48.95." It was totally amazing, exciting and exhausting. Henry had 2 nude photos of her, front and back, with no paint on. Each stood at least six foot six inches tall weighing in about 280 pounds with the build orgasm of a body builder. His cock was also back to being hard and he and Amelia looked in shock as Liam and Beatrice started having sex next to them. Daddy you made a very good call if you had touched the handle the room would have blown up. He said sorry, I didn't know you were getting undressed. I sat back, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. A couple minutes later, Aunt Margie stands up and taps her glass, gaining everyone’s attention. The other boys were a bit quiet, ashamed of their poor showing. Watching one beautiful woman gracefully put a dick into another beautiful woman’s hot pussy is a wonderful scene to watch – especially when it's my dick. But asian he is being ignored. The woman's hand slid down to rest against the stranger's chest near the base of his cock and she said, "Do me from behind." She leaned closer to his hole, then suddenly ducked back and I imagined she had seen his cock. Toys Brad kept his answers short, typical. I had a busy few days that I needed to go away for and when I returned Tom asked if I could drop him at the hospital as they wanted to change his plaster for a walking style boot with a rubber foot. “If you asked me if I was gay this morning I would have told you that I don't like girls like that.”