Morris pub, Val d’ Isere, 1h15 am: “I love your Dragon,” the boy said to the petite blonde, drawing a circle at her lower back where a menacing creature was crawling out of her laced panties. He was swaying backwards and forwards, as he was fighting the gale of a few shots too many drifting him mercilessly ashore.
“Do you want me to show you my dolphin and my Pegasus as well?” she asked, her eyes drowned with bliss. Without waiting for his answer she pulled down her waistband and briefs to give him a better look at her exotic creatures…Continue Reading