Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. Indian sex From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure centre. I didn’t cum, but Jon did. It certainly was fresh. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little cubicles and one big open area. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and open them wide. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough courage to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was a brave decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I think I had a bit too much local beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. My thermals were soaked in our juices by the time we got back to the hotel, and I was glad I didn’t have to put them on again.
