She walked, barefoot and naked, in front of all the parked cars showing each of them her naked body. I sat in our car with a massive grin on my face w...atching her come towards me. She grabbed the holdall and threw on the change of clothes and came back into the car. She playfully called me a bastard and then admitted what a good idea it was. Seven of the cars were occupied by people eating breakfast or just enjoying the view. We sat for several minutes until she calmed down, then uttered the. . but each time it's a little harder. She's getting tired... weak from lack of air... Her bouncing movements pull the noose ever tighter around her neck... now she can't breathe at all. Her eyes grow wide and her face turns red. She feels a delicious sensation beginning between her legs... tries to rub her thighs together... frustrated by the bindings at her ankles. She struggles, but weakly now. The audience's movements become more frantic as they see the bride's struggles slow down. A few. “God in Heaven!” Neil wailed.“Look out!” Steve cringed.Four hands reacted as one as Lois let her boys and their natural male instincts take over. Four heads gazed through euphoric delirium brought on by a gut-wrenching orgasm that was fabulous in its intensity and fluid display.The piston-like sound of four male teens jacking off was music to Lois’ ears as the boys climaxed in unison. Stroking their poles to a rousing finish, Chris, Snot, Neil and Steve took careful aim at Lois Griffin’s face. She was a Kiwi from the warm part of the North Island, near the Bay of Islands, and having split from her husband of 5 years, she wanted to do something different. Well, it certainly was! When we concluded that no-one was coming immediately for us, we decided we had better start to walk, as we’d lost most of our ski equipment, apart from a couple of poles. It was very slow going and I doubt if we had made more than a few miles of exhausting tramping in the deep snow before it was getting rather.