Carol looked at the cash and I guessed that she was thinking it would stave off the bailiffs for a while. Looking resigned, my wife spoke, "Jack, what... do you mean by let you make love to me?" Jack replied, "Of course I want to penetrate your pussy with my cock and come in you, but its more than that.What I need is for you to treat me like a real boyfriend or husband. I'd love you to French kiss me, to fondle me and let me fondle and lick you. To rub our bodies together and cum when I'm fucking. Now let's get this place locked up so I can get my hands on that delicious cock of yours."My prick had her full attention now and I couldn't wait to bury my face in her intoxicating teen age snatch. So we closed and locked the windows and doors, including the one that led to the residence. "Janie, aren't we going to the house? I thought you wanted..." Of course, I want it, silly. But I want it here." Here? In the church?In one of the pews?" Not in the pews. I want you to fuck me on the altar.". Then she grinned and said, "No I'm not, that was nice." I thought so too," I said and kissed her back, her lips parted under my tongue and she sighed as I licked the inside of her mouth."I was wondering how I was going to be able to masturbate tonight," she said softly as I unfastened her blouse, "But now I don't have to do I?" No," I breathed, "I'll do it for you with my mouth." Mmm sounds good."We undressed each other slowly and sensuously, kissing each area of flesh as it was uncovered, she. He braced himself with his long poles, keeping each basket firmly planted beside himself as he eased forward in slow, gliding steps. A moment of panic gripped him when he felt himself falling forward, his skis plunging downward under him. He fell and landed on his face in the snow. He forgot the jeep track gouged out of the hillside. He had just skied off the steep cut bank and fallen onto the road. He got his skis straightened alongside himself, levered himself up and onto his skis, and dusted.