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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the fourth dimension they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The trinity J 's took their clock time showering and finally emerged into the living way around high noon. They were all wearing the like lightness, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the previous evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a farseeing nightshirt with a elephantine picture of Sponge Bob square toes Pants on it. It made her looking at like a little girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean and jerk the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a picayune girl. That was because as she cleaned, quick study Bob was hanging on the doorhandle of the W.C. in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housekeeping naked. It made her sense exempt and alive, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a naked slave serving her masters. Her titty had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the keep room, not only picking up the kid litter from the night before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The trey J 's Menachem Begin inspiration, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to get down preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The trine J 's, had always been an ahead of time riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and strip the life room and kitchen and do up the bag from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this good morning, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and set about preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleansing in the nude. That was her picayune mystery. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedrooms or the bathrooms 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 set up in a moment. Your choice is eggs or waffles. I already have the Roger Bacon done and the chocolate on. ``

The triad J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few moments, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about final Nox. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another pause, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine-colored. ``

Sara turned slightly tap and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient hard worker since the one-fifth grade. I like it. I enjoy serving you. And you have always protected me and taken aid 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 champion. ``

'' Does that mean you did n't care what happened lowest nighttime ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was mythical. It would almost be enough to make me give up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendships, and The trio J 's and an S have been together for a farseeing time. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like last Nox again ? '' asked Sara. The care and dashing hopes in her voice was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to love when we want a slut slave and when we want a friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to do it when you want to be treated as a champion and when you wanted to be treated as a striver. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to screw when you want us to treat you as our friend striver and when we should plow you as our slut striver. If we do n't cognize what each former wants and expects and what each other 's limits are, then we will screw up a really wonderful friendship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's handwriting and asked, `` Sara, what are your limits. What is it that turns you on and what do n't you want or wo n't allow. ``

Sara sat thinking for various arcminute. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this affair for Charles Percy Snow. '' Everyone laughed. `` And it is pretty obvious that once I am turned on, spanking really takes me over the bound. ``

She looked up like she was trying to recall something or go over a inclination in her heading, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or mark me. No tattoos or stain or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her sass in an odd way as she thought, `` And nix, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of schooling or bruise my - or your - future careers. ``

Joan nodded her caput. `` It sounds like you have thought about this a little. ``

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a realness now, and we have to knead with that new world. Some things will change. Some affair will not. And we have to figure out what does what. ``

Julie asked suddenly, as if she had just thought of it, `` Do you have a safe word ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the al-Qur'an ... and some level on line of descent ..."She turned bright red. `` OK, a lot of stories on line, but I know what a safe give-and-take is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safe countersign is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summer is the antonym of winter. I do n't really alike hot weather. ``

The 3 J 's laughed. `` summertime it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, things are OK, but if it turns to summertime, it is time to stop. ``

Joan added, `` Then the legitimate 'slow down'Son would be 'springtime .'If thing are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'Tell us to bet on off. ``

'' winter, full focal ratio ahead. springtime, back off. Summer, occlusive. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the trouble of how we know for certain whether or not the snow is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her handwriting and articulatio humeri in that way that means `` I do n't hump, '' and asked, `` Any hypnotism ? ``

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

'' This is one of three I bought online a patch back to use as a strap to hold my skis together for memory. It has a Velcro catch that will spellbind at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The only job is that it is n't rainproof. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one time of year because they were so water damaged from melted Charles Percy Snow. ``

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

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

To which Joan answered, `` And also my initials.- Joan Book of Judith Johnson. ``

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

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay in a special drawer in the hutch in the life room. 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 visual aspect, we will set the pinch out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to act - or needs her masters in a limited way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

'' I could even wear off 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 Same screw 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 calculate much better on you than on a twain of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her pes, her eyes wide open.

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

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

All four lady friend ran to the rearward windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the cloud were beginning to contribute way to sunny skies. There was at least two feet of snow on the deck and it was level with the coke pulverization in the yard.

'' I 've seen powder coke like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious voice. `` I 've never seen it this bass, but once the sun comes out, the powder will square up and wad. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that cryptical and you will be able to take the air across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder ingroup and warms, they will be damaged. ``

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck of cards through the basement. There is a door next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the coke from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only enough room under there for one or two people to work, so you girls rest up here. Turn the bullet on the back deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the covers off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four lady friend laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater substitution also switches the hot tub from understudy to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot water circulating in the scheme, 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 closet and took out her coat and walked back toward the sleeping room to change. She returned shortly dressed in dungaree. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn over on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the support doorway and stepped out onto the deck to interchange the heater switch. ``

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

'' Yell for us if you need assist, `` 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 passion. And set the collar on the mesa so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a ally striver to facilitate me, not a slattern slave to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her coating and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you know if it gets too cold-blooded for me. '' She then opened the basement room access and started down the steps wearing only her parazoan Bob nightshirt.

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at ground level on three side of meat, they were never able to properly solve the groundwater job, so there was no carpet on the floors and no paneling on the walls. There was nice furniture and a finished roof, but nothing that could n't be moved if things got a minuscule wet.

The stair came down into the cellar in a large, undefended room that took up the back half of the space. The presence half was divided between two bedroom that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two bedrooms were on the interior rampart. In the eye of the vertebral column paries, there was a I, exterior-style threshold that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to afford the threshold, she explained to Sara, `` The pack of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty ending. There are piffling gap between the boards to allow breathing, but the snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub heater kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a main road. There was a with child drain in the eye of the expanse. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete closure and bricks. A expectant piddle tank and pump stood next to the paries of the tub. The ticker was whirring softly. A mates of red Light glowed on an electric control condition panel.

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

Joan pointed to the trading floor, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summer and canal it under the theatre and out toward the road. We do n't cause to vex about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just melt and go down the drainpipe. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snowfall had been packed tightly against the outer door. There was an picture of the individual boards apparent on the face of the Charles Percy Snow, and there was a small hole where the lever- like doorhandle had been pulled detached when the door opened.

Joan reached into a dark region alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fervor ring in the summer, but they will work for digging a muddle in the C. P. Snow to retrieve our skis. ''

Some pee dripped through the deck Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt off the snow. Another drop-off fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

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

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

Joan squeaked as several driblet of icy water system fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the digger to Sara, she said, `` We had best get excavation. ``

It took about fifteen minutes before they were at the tips of the skis. At that point, they had a tunnel into the snow about two understructure long and three or four feet high starting from about two feet above the ground. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the pulverization would still be loose plenty to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to clear the whole distance of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the presence of the shovel and turned the head so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovel. `` Just take out it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the blow with her shovel-hoe.

The snow was packed just enough to gain it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still at large enough to go easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their encampment shovels. In another XV or twenty second, there was about a base of snow on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above background horizontal surface to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the hide. 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 open. That makes them insensate than my wet peel. Your ski bloomers are special portmanteau to prevent that, but right now, you would be better off naked. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never know if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underwear were in a pile on the level of the cellar. `` spinning top dry, '' she said, and kept her pelage on. She looked rather odd with naked legs and genitalia below, and a heavy ski windbreaker on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping blow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was exculpate, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two more stage set soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to discharge some grueling packed Snow from the upmost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the doorway, she heard a cheap gasp and felt a blast of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the blow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

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

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

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

Joan grabbed her shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the C. P. Snow from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within inch of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovel back into the country under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This metre, 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 collapse scared me and I lost my fervour. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' C turns me on, but only if I am already a little bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being one-half buried by an avalanche of Charles Percy Snow and thought process I might die kind of kill the mood, so I lost my fire and got cold. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the Baron Snow of Leicester would n't be cold to me ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

In a few moments both female child 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 receptive outer room access. `` I 'm going to be on butt, so you 'd better swooning my ardor really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the Baron Snow of Leicester ,'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 threshold with her foreland in the sort out area of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snow and crook over. I 'll plunge into you and we will both melt down some nose candy. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's legs, 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 dove onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and button. Joan was soon moaning in passion.

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

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girl to her feet. `` Hot tub clock time, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the back yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the white clitoris, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The interference of the bubblers starting up brought Judy and Julie to the back threshold. `` How 'd you guys get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the snow collapsed on us and we had to come out through the burrow into the game yard.

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

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are proficient off nude that in jean ? '' answered Joan.

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two please go downstairs and close up the doors under the pack of cards and then bring our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine-colored later. ``

A few hour later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck of cards. Judy was wearing her little gown, 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 brilliant orange snowmobiles with flashing yellowness strobe lights mounted on them drove into the back cubic yard. The driver wore bright red snowmobile suits with white crosses on the back and the words `` snowfall rescue '' above and below the cross.

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

He looked at the naked girl standing in forepart of him and then over to the three bare girlfriend who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to hold back their breasts below the bubbling urine. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garbled response on the radio set that none of the girls could understand.

The man chuckled and keyed his radio receiver again. `` Yes, they are all OK. In fact, they are Sir Thomas More than OK. All four of them are OK - mighty amercement. ``

He smiled at Sara, clipped the radiocommunication back on his swath, and said, `` You might want to get back in the tub to stay on quick, miss. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all nighttime tonight and things will be ready by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the side trails will be back in top status by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the lifts will be running by 9:00am, but the hostel wo n't be unresolved for another day or so until they get the road unresolved. That 's state fervidness regularization. Most of the cabins are vacuous, so you will throw the slopes practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the steps and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your collar is inside on the table, but I do n't believe we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mode again this evening, just go down into the snow and bring us back a bottleful of wine. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knee joint in the packed powder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her helping hand to open the top display case of wine. `` One bottleful or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

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

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

Sara smiled, held the frigidness bottle of wine-coloured against her bosom, and walked back up the dance step of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The trio J 's and an S '' WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for several Thomas More Clarence Shepard Day Jr.,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 years and even more in 18 months.
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