
But of course, you can only ski about 4 hours in any given day (if you want to preserve your legs) leaving lots of time on Sunday morning for lying about and engaging in some unruly sex after e-perusing the papers. I deployed Mistress's favorite power tool (we have one tucked away here) and she had a remarkably quick and enthusiastic cum in what seems seconds after it made contact with her clean shaven folds. Some robust cock riding ensued, giving Mistress several marks on the "cum count" if there was one.
And after we put in our requisite hours on the slope, there was still plenty of time left for an afternoon laze in the warm sun, a nap, and even some pre-dinner worship before heading to some friends' home for dinner.
Sadly, it's a "work day" today, meaning we have to monitor our in boxes, even from the slopes. Then tomorrow we head back to the gloom of the heartland. At least our solar batteries will be fully charged.