"The next few dances will be Irish jigs and reels. Those of you that will be participating, go ahead and form up your groups. The first dance will be ...a jig, 'The Blackthorn Stick'." We know that one!" Shannon said excitedly, as she and Sheena joined Pat and me to complete our foursome for the jig. The music started a minute later, and we all took up the steps. Shannon and Sheena were really excited by the time the dance was finished. They had performed very well during the jig, and it was. Like the powerful V-8 engine revving underneath the bonnet, Germaine’s heart begins to race wildly as the straight-edged razor cuts into his tender skin. He then timidly says to Annalise, “Please be gentle and kind. I want you to shave me as smooth and bald as possible down there." The in trepidation in Germaine’s voice makes Annalise instantly aroused and without further ado, she proceeds to shave him bare around the base of his cock with the skill and agility of a fine surgeon. She then pulls. Angela’s tits, pussy, and ass tingled excitedly. Father or not, this virally masculine man was turning her on with his ravenous sexuality. His breast-kissing lips, his tit- sucking mouth, and his nipple-biting teeth made her skin quiver. The handful of fingers playing inside her pussy made her softly moan with pleasurable joy. Yet, the kicker to all this sexual merriment was the lust-inspired ecstasy of the magic fingers playing inside her asshole.In her rational mind Angela knew she should not. She was actually caught in an avalanche after wandering off a mountain ridge during the snowstorm. She was sixteen years old. After the snow ridge collapsed, Ms. Poole found herself upside down, buried in snow and ice, her legs parted at a painful angle, and a heavy block of ice pressing down between her thighs. Her snow suit was ripped, and the only a pair of light shorts and the thin cotton cloth of her panties separated her body from the ice. She spent approximately three and a half.