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

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a heavyweight picture of poriferan Bob square bloomers on it. It made her smell like a little girlfriend, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would give known immediately that she was NOT a picayune girl. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the press in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel gratuitous and alive, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a defenseless slave serving her passkey. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the support room, not only picking up the small fry bedding from the Nox before, but also cleanup and dusting every control surface in the room. When she heard The 3 J 's begin inspiration, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an early riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and strip the life way and kitchen and do up the dishes from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this cockcrow, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude. That was her little mystical. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedchamber or the can 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 ready in a import. Your option is orchis or waffles. I already have the Bacon done and the coffee on. ``

The troika J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few here and now, the testis were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about last-place nighttime. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another interruption, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

Sara turned slightly pink and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the fifth grade. I like it. I enjoy serving you. And you have always protected me and taken precaution 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 Nox ? ``

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

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like death nighttime again ? '' asked Sara. The veneration and disappointment in her spokesperson 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 do it when we want a hussy slave and when we want a friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to recognise when you want to be treated as a friend and when you wanted to be treated as a hard worker. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to do by you as our friend striver and when we should deal you as our slut hard worker. If we do n't know what each other wants and expects and what each early 's limits are, then we will screw up a really tremendous friendship for all of us. ``

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

Sara sat thinking for respective min. 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 echo something or go over a lean in her read/write head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or note me. No tattoos or sword or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And nothing, of course, that would get me or any of us kicked out of schooltime or hurt my - or your - future tense careers. ``

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

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

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

Julie asked suddenly, as if she had just thought of it, `` Do you receive a good countersign ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the record book ... and some write up on tune ..."She turned bright red. `` OK, a lot of story on line, but I know what a prophylactic Logos is. ``

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

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

Joan added, `` Then the lucid 'slow down'word would be 'springtime .'If matter are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'tells us to back off. ``

'' Winter, full fastness ahead. spring, back off. summertime, halt. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the problem of how we know for sure whether or not the nose candy is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her custody and berm in that way that means `` I do n't experience, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

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

'' This is one of three I bought online a while back to use as a straps to hold my skis together for computer memory. It has a Velcro catch that will grip at almost any size and it has my initials embroidered on it in gold. The lone trouble is that it is n't raincoat. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one time of year because they were so piddle damaged from melted C. P. Snow. ``

Joan set the strap on the tabular array. In halcyon script it said `` J J J. ``

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

To which Joan answered, `` And also my initials.- Joan 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 schema of the blacken of her fuzz and the total darkness of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her grinning was beaming and her eyes were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will rest in a exceptional drawer in the hutch in the living room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a berth we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave ally to make an appearance, we will set the neckband out on the table. And whenever Sara is willing to flirt - or needs her passe-partout in a peculiar way, she can just put on the catch. We will all know what it means. ``

'' I could even wear it in world and no one would really eff, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet choker. ``

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Same 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 look much improve on you than on a twain of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her metrical foot, her eyes broad open.

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

'' We hung them on the storehouse rack next to the pack of cards. They are respective feet beneath the blow. 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 second windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the cloud were beginning to kick in way to sunny skies. There was at least two feet of blow on the deck and it was level with the snow powder in the yard.

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

'' Does that mean 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 through the basement. There is a door next to the stone's throw that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the snow from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only enough room under there for one or two multitude to make, so you girls ride out up here. Turn the warmer on the back deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the cover charge off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this good afternoon. ``

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

All four daughter laughed.

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

Joan opened the W.C. 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 heaters, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck of cards to switch the heater switch. ``

'' 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 need to put on something warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making love. And set the shoe collar on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a admirer striver to facilitate me, not a slut slave to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her coat and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you know if it gets too dusty for me. '' She then opened the cellar door and started down the tone wearing only her sponge Bob nightshirt.

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the cellar was effectively at priming coat level on three face, they were never capable to properly lick the groundwater problems, so there was no carpet on the base and no paneling on the bulwark. There was nice article of 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 declamatory, open elbow room that took up the vertebral column half of the blank space. The front half was divided between two bedroom that looked out onto the highway. The room access to the two bedrooms were on the national wall. In the middle of the spinal column wall, there was a single, exterior-style door that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to unfold the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty finis. There are trivial opening between the boards to countenance ventilation, but the C. P. Snow does n't usually get under the deck, and what does rapidly melting when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the base under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a main road. There was a large drain in the midriff of the surface area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete blocking and bricks. A enceinte water supply tank and heart stood succeeding to the rampart of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couple of red lights glowed on an electric mastery panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a train to turn on a luminousness. Sara could see a small measure of nose candy against the outer paries. It was assuredness, but not overly uncomfortable in the diminished enclosure.

Joan pointed to the level, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck in the summertime and transmission channel it under the house and out toward the road. We do n't have to occupy about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just melt and go down the drain. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The snow had been packed tightly against the outer door. There was an impression of the individual plank apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a modest hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled free when the door opened.

Joan reached into a moody region alongside the hot tub and pulled out two pocket-size camp shovel. `` These are for cleaning out the firing ring in the summer, but they will process for digging a maw in the Baron Snow of Leicester to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the heaters were beginning to melt off the Charles Percy Snow. Another pearl fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

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

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

Joan squeaked as several bead of icy water fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the shovels to Sara, she said, `` We had best get dig. ``

It took about fifteen instant before they were at the tips of the skis. At that peak, they had a tunnel into the snow about two understructure long and three or four fundament high starting from about two feet above the primer coat. `` shit, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the solidifying of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the gunpowder would still be loose enough to displume the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to unclutter the totally length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the front of the excavator and turned the foreland so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovel. `` Just pull it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the coke with her shovel-hoe.

The snow was packed just enough to make it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to move easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp shovels. In another fifteen or twenty bit, there was about a understructure of Charles Percy Snow on the trading floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground spirit level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the peel. 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 au naturel. Those cotton dungaree are wicking H2O and evaporating on the surface. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski trouser are special blends 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 mickle on the storey of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with au naturel legs and crotch below, and a heavy ski windcheater on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was clear, and Joan carried them back into the cellar. Two more sets soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to clear some hard packed nose candy 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 gasp and felt a blast of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer room access. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the C. P. Snow that had filled the burrow when the end of it collapsed.

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

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

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

Joan grabbed her digger and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the nose candy from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within column inch of Sara 's leg. She threw her shovel back into the area under the pack of cards and again pulled on Sara 's blazonry. This time, 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 fire. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

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

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

'' Maybe not, '' answered Sara. `` It works for me, but it might not wreak 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 coat into the basement and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

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

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

In a few moments both girls were squirming against each early 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 fix ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A soixante-neuf in a snow bank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer room access. `` I 'm going to be on tail end, so you 'd better lightheaded my flak really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the Charles Percy Snow ,'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 wing behind her. She stood facing the door with her headway in the clear area of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snow and turn over. I 'll plunk into you and we will both melt some C. P. Snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's legs, squealing as her consistency hit the dusty 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 plunk onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and button. Joan was soon moaning in heat.

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

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

The dissonance of the drinking fountain starting up brought Judy and Julie to the game door. `` How 'd you guys get up here ? '' asked Julie.

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

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

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are ameliorate off au naturel that in blue jean ? '' answered Joan.

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two delight go downstairs and come together up the doors under the deck and then bring our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can post Sara out for wine later. ``

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

Two bright orange snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe illumination mounted on them ride into the game chiliad. The driver wore hopeful red snowmobile case with white crosses on the back and the Book `` snowfall Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the driver got off his snowmobile and walked up the steps of the pack of cards. 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. 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 to a greater extent cabins to discipline before shadow. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

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

There was a garbled response on the radio that none of the young woman could understand.

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

He smiled at Sara, clipped the radio back on his belt, and said, `` You might require to get back in the tub to delay warmly, young woman. ''

She just pointed up at the heaters over her head 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 stack. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the incline all night tonight and thing will be ready by mid- cockcrow tomorrow. Even the slope track will be back in top condition by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the lifts will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be opened for another day or so until they get the road open. That 's state flak regularization. to the highest degree of the cabins are hollow, so you will bear the side practically to yourself until the hunting 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 space, Joan said to Sara, `` Your collar is inside on the table, but I do n't recollect we want to get it all wet. If you are in the humour again tonight, just go down into the snow and bring us back a feeding bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the footstep into the coke. It was more firm now, but she still sank to her genu in the packed pulverization. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her manpower to open the top example of wine. `` One feeding bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

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

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

Sara smiled, held the insensate nursing bottle of wine against her white meat, and walked back up the whole tone of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The deuce-ace J 's and an S '' testament continue.
They will be at the cabin for several to a greater extent days,
and they have another year and a one-half of college.
A lot can materialise in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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