When Maggie came along her mother named her after her aunt Maggie who was sort of a "black sheep" in the family and was always traveling to strange pl...aces. She had never seen her aunt Maggie but was told she was a fun person and nice to be around. Maggie was determined to be the very best of girls and did everything her mother and father and the priest in church told her little girls should do to please the "almighty" up on high.She brushed her hair every night.She bathed every morning even if. I was able to climb out of my window and when I was safely standing outside my car I could not believe what I was looking at. My car was totaled. I couldn’t believe that I was alive much less able to climb out of the car. I did a quick assessment and discovered that somehow I didn’t even have a scratch on me. My car looked like it had been in a compacter but I was untouched. Amazing. Just then the sound of the person yelling invaded my head again. I spun to see an older scraggly looking man. It feels better when the second finger joins the first.I withdraw my fingers and touch my lips. Roger’s cum has long since run out of me. I wish I had it to taste again. I am mostly between the drape and the window now. The whole area is brightly lit. I spread my feet apart and my pussy is fully visible, and I wish that somebody was watching me. It is exciting to be there, to be visible for anyone passing to see a slut standing in the window fingering herself.I rub slowly with a firm well. Picking up speed she shreds through the fresh pow, only looking up just in time to see a boarder in a Slednecks jacket fall off the lift and crater into a snowbank. Normally she would laugh her ass off and continue on but this part of the mountain was out of bounds and deserted. Carving her way over to the hole Chel pops down on both knees, unclips her board and prods the guy in the back. He groans, from embarrassment or pain Chel cannot tell, but she positions herself better and grabs his arm..