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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the time they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The Three J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the living room around noon. They were all wearing the same light, pajama-like workout suit they had been wearing the old eve before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant picture of parasite Bob Square Pants on it. It made her look like a fiddling miss, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would suffer known immediately that she was NOT a little girl. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorhandle of the closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel discharge and alive, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a defenseless slave serving her masters. Her bosom had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the modest litter from the Nox before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the way. When she heard The trio J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her nighttime shirt and then went into the kitchen to set out preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an early on riser pipeline. In their flat at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and cleanse the support room and kitchen and do up the dishes from the Night before. She always did this naked, and just like this first light, when she heard The triad J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and commence preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude person. That was her little closed book. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedrooms or the privy naked. That she always did when the three of them were in class.

As Julie, Judy and Joan came into the room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be make in a moment. Your choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the Francis Bacon done and the burnt umber on. ``

The Three J 's voted for testicle and gathered 'round the kitchen tabular array. In a few moments, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to babble out about last dark. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another break, `` ... when we have n't each had a feeding bottle of wine. ``

Sara turned slightly pinko and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the twenty percent grade. I like it. I enjoy serving you. And you have always protected me and taken concern of me. ``

Joan continued, `` But you have not always been our slut slave. You have been our friend, and we want you to continue to be our friend. ``

'' Does that mean you did n't like what happened last nighttime ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be enough to earn me turn over up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendly relationship, and The Three J 's and an S have been together for a retentive fourth dimension. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like conclusion dark again ? '' asked Sara. The reverence and disappointment in her voice was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the tabular array. `` Sara, you need to know when we want a fornicatress striver and when we want a friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to sleep together when you want to be treated as a friend and when you wanted to be treated as a slave. ``

'' I am always your slave, '' answered Sara.

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to make out when you want us to cover you as our friend slave and when we should treat you as our slut slave. If we do n't be intimate what each other wants and expects and what each early 's limit are, then we will screw up a really wonderful friendly relationship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's helping hand and asked, `` Sara, what are your terminus ad quem. What is it that turns you on and what do n't you want or wo n't take into account. ``

Sara sat thinking for various minutes. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this matter for snow. '' Everyone laughed. `` And it is pretty obvious that once I am turned on, spanking really takes me over the edge. ``

She looked up like she was trying to withdraw something or go over a list in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently hurt me or mark me. No tattoos or brand name or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her rima oris in an odd way as she thought, `` And nothing, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or ache my - or your - future careers. ``

Joan nodded her head. `` It sounds like you have thought about this a short. ``

'' Fantasized is more like it, '' answered Sara, lowering her eye and staring at the table. `` But I never thought any of this would go anything but a fantasy. ``

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to work with that new world. Some thing will change. Some thing will not. And we have to figure out what does what. ``

Julie asked suddenly, as if she had just thought of it, `` Do you suffer a safe Holy Scripture ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the book ... and some stories on line ..."She turned smart red. `` OK, a lot of news report on phone line, but I know what a secure word is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safe discussion is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summertime is the antonym of wintertime. I do n't really like hot weather. ``

The Three J 's laughed. `` summer it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, thing are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is meter to arrest. ``

Joan added, `` Then the logical 'slow down'word would be 'springtime .'If affair are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'Tell us to gage off. ``

'' wintertime, full velocity ahead. springtime, back off. Summer, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't work the problem of how we know for sure as shooting whether or not the C. P. Snow is falling - or about to light, '' said Judy, who then raised her hired hand and articulatio humeri in that way that means `` I do n't bang, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

'' I have an idea, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedroom. She returned a consequence later carrying something black that looked like a short velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a while back to use as a strap to have my skis together for entrepot. It has a Velcro catch that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The only if trouble is that it is n't waterproof. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one season because they were so water supply damaged from melted snow. ``

Joan set the strap on the table. In golden script it said `` J J J. ``

Sara said, `` The Three J 's. ''

To which Joan answered, `` And also my initials.- Joan Judith President Andrew Johnson. ``

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck. It fit perfectly and looked great. Her face was framed in the outline of the bootleg of her hair and the black of the shoe collar. She looked truly beautiful at that present moment. Her smile was beaming and her oculus were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The dog collar will quell in a limited drawer in the hutch in the sustenance way. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a place we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave friend to make an appearance, we will set the collar out on the table. And whenever Sara is bequeath to act - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

'' I could even fag it in public and no one would really know, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet choker. ``

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Saami thread '' added Joan.

"I like it the way it is,"replied Sara.

'' That sounds like we have that figured out - more or less, '' said Julie.

'' And that will await much improve on you than on a dyad of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her feet, her heart across-the-board open.

Everyone was looking at her with questioning looking on their faces.

'' We hung them on the memory rack next to the deck. They are respective feet beneath the Snow. As it packs down today, it might warp or even break them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girls ran to the back Windows. The C had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to dedicate way to sunny skies. There was at least two fundament of nose candy on the deck and it was point with the snowfall pulverisation in the one thousand.

'' I 've seen powder nose candy like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious voice. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and pack. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that deep and you will be capable to take the air across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the gunpowder plurality and warms, they will be damaged. ``

'' Does that mean we have to go out there and shovel our way down to the soil ? '' whined Julie.

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the pack of cards through the basement. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the C. P. Snow from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only decent elbow room under there for one or two people to run, so you girls abide up here. Turn the warmer on the punt deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the screening off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

Judy smirked, and Joan added - `` to drench and warm up. ''

All four girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The bullet switch also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot water circulating in the arrangement, the area beneath the deck should be warm enough to work in without freezing our asses off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the press and took out her coating and walked back toward the bedroom to change. She returned shortly dressed in denim. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the fastball, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the bullet transposition. ``

'' We might as well watch some TV until you guys get finished, '' said Julie.

'' Yell for us if you need help, `` added Judy as they sat down on the couch.

'' Sara, you might want to put on something warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making making love. And set the collar on the board so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend hard worker to help me, not a slut slave to eat me out ''

'' I 'm always cook to be - or do - either. '' answered Sara.

Joan started to put on her coat and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you bang if it gets too cold for me. '' She then opened the basement door and started down the steps wearing only her Sponge Bob nightshirt.

The cellar of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the cellar was effectively at ground level on three sides, they were never able to properly work out the groundwater problem, so there was no carpet on the level and no paneling on the walls. There was Nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but nothing that could n't be moved if things got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, subject room that took up the back one-half of the space. The front one-half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the highway. The room access to the two sleeping room were on the national wall. In the middle of the binding rampart, there was a single, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to spread out the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty closing curtain. There are petty gaps between the boards to set aside ventilation, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck of cards, and what does rapidly thaw when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

Joan went through the threshold. `` Watch your step, '' she instructed as she stepped down six to eight inches.

Sara was surprised to see that the flooring under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a main road. There was a turgid drainpipe in the middle of the region. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete blocking and bricks. A orotund water tank and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The heart was whirring softly. A duad of red lighting glowed on an electrical control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to turn on a light. Sara could see a small amount of snow against the outer rampart. It was cool, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the flooring, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the pack of cards in the summer and channels it under the house and out toward the road. We do n't have to worry about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just melt down and go down the drainpipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snow had been packed tightly against the outer door. There was an impression of the private instrument panel apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a small cakehole where the lever- like doorhandle had been pulled free when the door opened.

Joan reached into a sorry domain alongside the hot tub and pulled out two little camp shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fire tintinnabulation in the summer, but they will sour for digging a cakehole in the snow to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the bullet were beginning to run off the Charles Percy Snow. Another drop fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't desire to go put on something warmer, '' asked Joan.

'' It would just get wet, '' answered Sara, `` and once your wearing apparel are soaked - especially denim, you are intimately off being naked. '' With that she pulled her sponge Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several cliff of icy piss fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the spadeful to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about xv moment before they were at the backsheesh of the skis. At that full stop, they had a tunnel into the snow about two foot long and three or four human foot high-pitched starting from about two feet above the ground. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to deplume one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be easy enough to deplumate the skis out, but it looks like we are going to take to elucidate the unit duration of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the social movement of the spadeful and turned the straits so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovel. `` Just pull it into the way, '' she said and started attacking the snow with her shovel-hoe.

The snow was packed just enough to progress to it unmanageable to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to run easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their cantonment shovels. In another fifteen or twenty second, there was about a foot of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the distance of the skis that extended from just above primer coat level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's vesture was soaked to the cutis. Surprisingly, it was Joan, not Sara who was shivering.

'' How do you do that ? '' asked Joan. `` I 'm freezing, and you 're the one who is naked. ``

'' I told you that once you are wet, it is better if you are naked. Those cotton jean are wicking water and evaporating on the surface. That makes them cold than my wet skin. Your ski bloomers are special blends to prevent that, but right now, you would be better off raw. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never know if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jean and underclothing were in a plenty on the trading floor of the basement. `` top of the inning dry, '' she said, and kept her coating on. She looked rather odd with naked wooden leg and crotch below, and a heavy ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping C. P. Snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the door. Soon the bottommost set of skis was clear, and Joan carried them back into the cellar. Two more than set soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the burrow to take in some hard packed Snow from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the doorway, she heard a loud pant and felt a attack of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her tit in the snowfall that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' assist me, '' said Sara quietly, but with veneration in her voice, `` I 'm nonplus. ``

Joan hurried into the tunnel and pulled on Sara 's outstretched limb. She could n't budge her.

'' You need to earn some of the snow first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make sure you do n't hit my infantry. ``

Joan grabbed her spadeful and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few hour until she was within column inch of Sara 's pegleg. She threw her shovel back into the area under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's branch. This sentence, Sara pulled free from the snow.

When they both got back beneath the deck, Sara was shivering violently. `` Are you OK ? '' Joan asked.

'' Just cold, '' answered Sara. `` The crash scared me and I lost my fire. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a little bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snow and thinking I might die sort of killing the temper, so I lost my flaming and got cold. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the nose candy would n't be cold to me ? ``

'' Maybe not, '' answered Sara. `` It works for me, but it might not crop for everyone. ``

Joan said, `` Then lets get you warmed back up. '' She gave her a strange smile and added, `` And maybe we will try a 'Coolie'before going up into the hot tub. ``

Joan threw her coating into the basement and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

'' What 's a coolie ? '' asked Sara ?

'' That 's a quicky in a snowbank, '' answered Joan as her mouth closed over Sara's.

In a few moments both girlfriend were squirming against each other with one leg pushed between the other 's so that they could rub against the each other 's clits.

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer door. `` I 'm going to be on buttocks, so you 'd meliorate light my fire really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the C ,'we will run up and jump in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the tunnel with Joan right behind her. She stood facing the door with her chief in the straighten out area of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the blow and act over. I 'll dive into you and we will both mellow out some snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's branch, squealing as her body hit the cold ground. Then she immediately turned over so she was face up between Sara 's legs..

Sara also did exactly as she had said she would and literally plunge onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and button. Joan was soon moaning in love.

Joan returned the favor and tongued and licked between Sara 's legs. Within moments both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girlfriend to her understructure. `` Hot tub metre, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the spinal column K. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the ashen button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the bubblers starting up brought Judy and Julie to the endorse doorway. `` How 'd you rib get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the cellar, '' responded Joan, `` but the snow collapsed on us and we had to come up out through the tunnel into the punt yard.

'' So where are your clothes ? '' asked Judy with her typical smirk.

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are wagerer off raw that in denim ? '' answered Joan.

'' It was very wet down there, '' added Sara, trying to voice severe as they both dissolved into laughter.

Joan asked, `` Would you two delight go downstairs and conclude up the door under the deck of cards and then work our apparel back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send off Sara out for wine later. ``

A few moment later Judy and Julie came back out on the pack of cards. Judy was wearing her short robe, but Julie was naked. They had just joined Joan and Sara in the hot tub when the four of them hear the whimper of snowmobile engines.

Two bright orange snowmobiles with flashing white-livered strobe Light Within mounted on them force into the back railway yard. The driver wore bright red snowmobile suits with white crosses on the back and the parole `` Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the driver got off his snowmobile and walked up the steps of the deck. He was talking on a radio set as he got to the top of the steps. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. magnate is on. ``

Sara got out of the tub and walked over to him. `` May I help you ? '' she asked.

He took off his goggles and smiled at her and answered, `` Maybe later. Right now, we have over thirty more cabins to check before iniquity. ``

He looked at the naked girl standing in figurehead of him and then over to the three naked girls who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to go along their breasts below the bubbling water. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

He keyed his radio, `` Four occupants. All four occupants accounted for. ``

There was a garbled reply on the radio that none of the little girl could understand.

The man chuckled and keyed his tuner again. `` Yes, they are all OK. In fact, they are more than OK. All four of them are fine - mighty mulct. ``

He smiled at Sara, clipped the receiving set back on his belt, and said, `` You might need to get back in the tub to ride out warm up, miss. ''

She just pointed up at the warmer over her head word and said, `` It is almost too warm here. I might take to go out in the snow to cool off off. ``

He laughed and then addressed all four fille, `` OK, here 's the deal. The violent storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all night tonight and thing will be set by mid- dawning tomorrow. Even the side lead will be back in top condition by noontide. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the ski tow will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be undefended for another day or so until they get the road open. That 's state flame regulating. Most of the cabins are empty, so you will have the slopes practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the footstep and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your apprehension is inside on the tabular array, but I do n't think we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mood again tonight, just go down into the snow and institute us back a feeding bottle of vino. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her articulatio genus in the backpack gunpowder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her hands to open the top guinea pig of wine. `` One bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

'' One for now, '' yelled back Judy.

'' We can get off you back for more later, '' added Julie.

Sara smiled, held the moth-eaten bottle of vino against her breasts, and walked back up the stride of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The tercet J 's and an S '' WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for respective Thomas More Clarence Shepard Day Jr.,
and they have another twelvemonth and a one-half of college.
A lot can bechance in 10 daytime and even more in 18 months.
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