Wednesday morning, I decided to focus on work. I tried, really. But all I cared about was getting fucked again. The evening couldn’t come soon enoug...h. When I finally got to go home, I immediately showered, dressed, and waited. I couldn’t even eat. After what seemed an unendurable wait, Tom arrived. I practically assaulted him. If he hadn’t been prepared to have sex right away, I swear I would have exploded. Fortunately, he was not exactly adverse to the idea. I won’t detail the evening’s. As I approached it with my lips it started to pucker as if it was winking at me. Needless to say, I made out with her asshole for an hour before flipping her over and being taught how to properly eat a pussy. I was awarded with a tidal wave of her orgasmic pussy juice down my throat. And no, I too couldn't swallow all of it either.Afterwards, she disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared several minutes later with an impish smile on her face. She again assumed the position where her ass was. After a few minutes of this, each took one of my hands and began to massage and work my fingers into limpness. Gail began to rub my neck and shoulders and I groaned in pleasure. I was a bowl of jelly in their hands. Occasionally, I would feel their breasts touch my skin but it caused no sexual response in me whatsoever. I was a malleable as a piece of clay as they worked on my pressure points. Their combined massage on my toes, my knees, my arms, my shoulders, my neck, my ears, my temple and my. The scenery in the weak winter sunlight was like the picture postcards. We seemed to be dwarfed by the glistening white mountains around us. When we reached the resort we hired several taxis to take us to the chalet. We could have walked but not with all the baggage and equipment. Getting out of the taxi I tripped over someone’s skis. I had my travelling shoes on which are not designed for walking on rutted ice. I put my left foot out to recover my balance and it slipped under me. I landed hard.