Deep powder was like flying, he’d always thought, a feeling as intense today as it had been the very first time he’d tried skiing, sometime back i...n the early sixties at Heavenly Valley, high above South Lake Tahoe. Some things never change, and he smiled at the thought. Some needs never change, too. The trail wound down the mountain, crossed open meadows, slashed through narrow glades of trees, wandered past little cabins where you could stop for a hot chocolate, and today as always he felt. He just looked at me for a long time not saying anything. It looked like he was thinking pretty hard. It worried me. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him. I got up, afraid to sit still and went to the sink to wash out my glass. Fear put me momentarily in my own world. Moments later I came back to myself to find him standing behind me, one hand on the sink on each side of me. He wasn’t touching me, but damn close. He leaned in to my ear and whispered fiercely, “ Fuck me!” My heart froze in my. My house is located, as you know, in a very quiet and secluded neighborhood.But since the last few days, some construction activity was happening in a neighborhood house. It was a little chaotic as many laborers were employed for that. They used to work from early morning to almost sunset and stayed at a temporary shed-like thing made for them beside the house.The laborers were actually from Northern India, probably from Bihar or Rajasthan, seeing their language. They all chewed gutka and. "I can feel your big hard prick pounding through your pants against my bare bottom."Making a final futile effort to remain true to his wife, Earl tried to pull his hand away, but she forced it back as she continued writhing her soft ass against his throbbing cock."Please play with my pussy," she whispered, flicking her tongue against his ear.Earl almost shot his wad when he moved the tip of his finger into the hot slippery moistness of her pussy. No longer giving a shit whether he was married.