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Amazingly, it started snowing again later that day.
It wasn't a hard snow like the storm that had inspired all the recent cummings and goings. It was kind of gentle and just barely covered my car, then the windows and, finally, my automobile was just a white hump. I smiled.
I watched the snow fall a long time. It was so gentle. Naturally it made me think of Jasmine who had remained in her bedroom all day. Like Jasmine, I liked the easy way the snow wrapped itself around my car. It reminded me of the way Jasmine grabbed my hard cock in her soft, fat hand and later enveloped it between those two huge, delicious tits.
Ah, Jasmine! Where are you?
I thought I heard a gentle snoring coming from her room once. I decided the events of recent hours must have taken an emotional and physical toll and that she was resting. Sweet Jasmine. If she only knew. I was just getting started.
This was my house now – at least as long as the snow kept us in isolation. I checked with my home and work. Everyone was fine. No business being done. Storm of the century. Blah blah blah.
I didn't care about any of it. I had made Jasmine my own as much as if I had already fucked her. I had to smile. So much energy. So much cum happily splashed around the house and I still hadn't put the meat to her. I laced my fingers behind my head after stripping down to my boxers. Yep, this house was mine just like she was.
I would have her when I was in the mood – and had recovered some from my enthusiastic cum explosions. We both needed a rest and I was glad to have her in the other room while I was recuperating.
I found a beer in the fridge and made myself a ham and cheese sandwich. Before long I was able to watch a bad soap opera on television while a boner sprung out my shorts in anticipation of future pleasures with my fat fuck whore, Jasmine Pilcher.
I looked over my shoulder. Still snowing. Life is good. All I had to do was wait.
It was almost dark when Jasmine finally came out of her bedroom in a robe. She went into the bathroom and when she came out she looked, well, almost attractive. She was wearing a just too-tight sweater and a pretty pink skirt that flicked at her fat knees. It was when I saw her showing herself in this most un-Jasmine way that I knew there would be no more coy game playing. My hardon sprung into view again but I willed it away. I didn't want to spoil things.
"Did you get anything to eat?" she asked, smiling over at me and completely unconcerned by my simple attire.
