She wondered about what sort of panties her friend might be wearing. Now within an inch of feeling the imaginary answer, and within the same distance ...of her own naked intimacy, she closed her eyes.A second later she heard the bathroom door open, causing her to instantly pull her hands to her hair and tip her head back into the stream of water. David unceremoniously entered the bathroom and went to the sink. "Morning," was all he said. The non-rhythmic buzzing of an electric toothbrush clashed. ”“Well, after you both left Mutti Frida came back into the kitchen with her sleeve still pushed up and I saw the tattoo. I asked her what it meant and she told us about what had happened to her, how her father was taken away and shot, her mother dying of starvation in the camp and, well, lots more.” I managed to stop myself before talking about the red triangle on her overalls saving her when she was found by the Russians, that would have exposed far too much of their secret.“Dear God, the poor. She was horny enough after the drinks and the porn movie I'd put on the TV. I took some ropes out of our luggage. I told her I was going to tie her to the bed and do sexy things to her body. I tied her to the four posts face down. Then I tied a blindfold over her head, placed music headphones over her ears and played an audio-book of porn about a guy fucking a woman from the behind. I then took one of the pillows off the bed stuffed it under her hips and got her ass ready for the hard cock that. He dives behind us, pushing us a little to the right. As a result, the three snowballs intended for him hit us full on.The three of them stop, staring at the slush and water running down our faces. At least they have decency to look guilty. Ron however seems to find it hilarious, until we turn. His face falls as he sees our expressions.He turns and runs around the wall, speeding away from us."RON!," we both scream at his departing form, before grabbing a handful of snow each and chasing after.