My legs dangling as he rammed his trunk into my hole. I broke into a feverish sweat and my moans got louder. I felt him stretching me out, it hurt but... the sensation of his warm flesh inside me was too overpowering. He pounded me harder and harder. His large hand cupped under my tiny ass cheeks. My legs were like wet noodles just bouncing around. My head bobbed all over and I could focus on him. I found myself looking up at the ceiling as he pumped his first full load into me. Brett bellowed. All the contractors in the area that had a grader were closed for the winter. The only thing they were doing was plowing snow as an on-call from the state and county at double and triple time rates. I was simply going to suggest the college rent one and I would grade the road myself at the end of each day. I had transported and loaded and unloaded hundreds of them in the sandbox. I was willing to bet that Richard could run one as well or even one of the maintenance guys would be proficient. He held my hands behind my back and, WHACK. The first blow burned my ass like fire. Daddy wasn't fucking around. I wasn't as tough as Kristen. The third blow and I was yelling out. Then like Kristen an odd tingling in my cunt started. I was getting hot. Daddy started spanking faster, and harder. He was furious. He thrust his fingers into my cunt. “Just like your whore sister. You are wet and ready to cum.” Daddy released my hands and I started rubbing my cunt. This seemed to piss him off. He. "Damn, bro, I got to piss like a racehorse. Those couple beers at lunch just hit me."I didn't know what to say so I just chuckled, until the boarder dude stood up and started to unzip his baggy pants."I can't hold it in man. We're over these cliffs and out of site of the ski runs. Do you mind if I lower this window and take a leak?"What could I say? When a guy needs to pee, he needs to pee. "Be my guest," I said.The window was about four feet off the floor of the gondola, so the guy put one.