He made her wear lots of mascara and loved to make her cry so it would run down her face making her look like a sad clown when he was deep inside her ...private place. It was sort of silly but it seemed to work for him and in normal situations he was often unable to raise a stand for expected insertion. She knew he was unhappy with his inability to do things the standard way and he resented the fact that as his wife she knew all his dirty secrets including his attraction to young muscular men with. “Oh fantastic. Have you fed them?” he enquired indicating several large bags of dry food. Standing up he took a set of car keys from his pocket. “I have to go out for a very important appointment. They get two scoops of that dry feed in their bowls,” he said heading towards the door, “That should take you up to lunch time. Have you brought a lunch?”“Errr I thought I'd … “ “Oh never mind we'll work something out.”“Are you ok to drive?” I asked as Russell headed out the door.“”Of course,” he. Sam seemed surprised that I was matter of fact about going; I reminded him how much fun I had with the girls and told him that this time if we get an offer to continue, we should seriously consider it. I also told Sam that he better have some condoms if he planned on putting his dick in a stripper. Our plan was to go on a Friday night about 11:30pm knowing that the club had to close at 1:00am. We figured this timing would give our plan the best opportunity to succeed. I was going to let Sam. ’ I looked out the window, noting the eight inches of snow already on the ground. Granted, having lived in the northern states for my entire life with the exception of my university career, I was quite familiar with winter, and with snow in particular… especially with shoveling the snow and with forming and throwing snowballs. As a Boy Scout, I had even gone camping numerous times in the snow. But sex in the snow? I had to really think about that for a moment. If we would be fully clothed and.