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Dell led the way back out over the new snow, picking his way more by his familiarity with large landmarks than by specific smaller entities. None of their previous ski tracks coming into the trail were observable, the new snow obscuring them completely. Emerging out of the trees, the up sloping trail running onto an open area, he sighted across the bright, white expanse to the next stand of tall fir trees.
He stopped and looked back at his sweet Jenna, who stopped behind him. The sun was so bright and warm; they had removed their woven ski masks, so her happy smile showed brightly on her lovely lips. Her pearl-white teeth contrasted clearly with her pink tongue as she laughed.
Daddy, I'm so happy she shouted and threw her arms up to the clear azure sky. Her ski poles dangled loosely from the straps around her wrists, held high, as if in praise to some loving God above.
To Dell, she was a vision of pure loveliness, so vibrant, so full of life and love. And, as well, he now knew her to be woman, a woman of enormous passion As he drank in her loveliness, he was overcome with his own passion and limitless love for his daughter. Since his wife, Sarah, Jenna's mother, had died; Jenna had become his life, his love and now, after the events of the past few hours, his lover.
He had no idea whether that relationship would continue. But, whether it did or didn't, he did know that he had experienced the most wonderful moments of his life, making love to this vibrant beauty and she to him. It had not been one-sided, with him taking every lead, always being the leader. No, she had also been an aggressor, equally guiding him down a path of incredible mutual passion, over which he had not previously trod. It was an awesome, humbling experience, one which he would always treasure fondly, no matter what might befall them in the future.
He turned his skis back down the trail and approached her, side by side. He reached out his arms wide to her and she leaned into him, hugging him tightly. She twisted her head so their goggles wouldn't interfere and pressed her warm mouth hard against his. Their tongues danced with each other and her hands swept up over his back and shoulders to grasp his head and hold it firmly, ensuring their ravenous mouths did not slip from each other.
For a few moments, their recently experienced passion raced through them, their bodies twisting and thrusting awkwardly, their feet still held firmly in their ski boots attached to their skis. Then, at the same moment, they pulled back from each other, looked down at their legs and burst out laughing, their hands still holding each other's. To Dell, her laughter was like the tinkling of fine silver bells, so light, so charming, yet so warm in tone...
Holding each other at arm's length, they both just beamed at each other, reveling in their mutual love and joy. Let's get back home she said softly.
Yes Dell said, I'm for that. He poled past her, flipped his skis again and poled back into stride, moving across the open space toward the next group of trees.
When they were crossing the final open meadow before the road, Dell could just make out what he thought was their SUV, largely covered with snow. He headed them toward it. As they got closer he could tell that the plows had not been up the road this far yet.
He reigned in next to the SUV and leaning against the vehicle, removed his skis. The snow was about three feet deep where he was standing, looking across at the mound of snow on top of the SUV. Stacking his skis and poles against the side of it; he high-stepped his way through the deep snow to the back door.
Fortunately, the vehicle had had time to cool to air temperature before the storm hit with the result that no ice had formed at the base of the snow and he was able to easily brush it away to reveal the top of the door, where it hinged. Next, he, with Jenna working at his side, cleared the snow away from the door, until it could be opened upward. He reached inside and grabbed the shovel he always carried there in the winter months. Setting it against the side of the car, they helped each other to remove their packs and placed them inside the back of the SUV.
Darling, glancing down to ensure the tailpipe was clear of snow, can you crawl over the seats and start the car? I'll shovel us clear.
She hopped into the back space, turned back and removed her boots. She put them on the floor of the back seat as she climbed over it to sit in the driver's seat, sliding down feet first. Her set of keys was in her right-hand zippered pocket. She pulled them out, selected the ignition key and inserted it into the switch. She turned the key and much to both their delight, the engine caught immediately and roared into life.
In the meantime, Dell was aggressively attacking the snow that had drifted around and under the car, clearing the wheel tracks on the sides and the front out to the road. He guessed that he had reached the road, remembering how far the car had been parked from it. But, it was only a guess as the road was covered with about one and a half to two feet of snow.
Jenna had removed her goggles and her smiling radiance was flowing through the windshield to Dell. A flood of warmth flowed through him as he felt her attention on him, bathing him in love.
At the height of that wondrous moment, they both heard the grinding sound of a snowplow coming up the road. Dell waved the snow shovel above his head, signaling to the driver where they were. He waved back and continued on, laughing, as the plow washed up a four foot ridge of snow across the path that Dell had just shoveled out in front of the SUV. The plow continued up the road, over the top of the ridge above them - out of sight, but they could still hear it rumbling along.
Dell turned to Jenna and they both broke out into gales of laughter again. She turned the motor off and got out of the SUV. They both, still laughing, fell into each other's arms and embraced tightly. Jenna stepped back and said, Daddy. It's my turn for a bit. She grabbed the shovel from his hand and began to attack the snowplow induced ridge blocking their entry to the road. They both knew they would not have to take it to ground level as the 4X4 with chains on all four wheels would push through two feet of snow easily. Even if it were close-packed, they would ride over it.
Jenna worked at the ridge, tossing the snow to the side, not onto the road. When she'd got the left side down to about two feet, having removed about half of what had to be done; she turned and handed the shovel to Dell. He had cleaned off the top of the SUV and clamped their skis and poles to the roof rack. She knew better than to prevent him from doing his share. She was so in tune with his evenhandedness, his fairness in all things; she simply knew he would feel best if he had cleared half the ridge and she had cleared half the ridge. It was just the way he was and she loved him for it. He shared everything good with her and tried to avoid giving her anything bad.
When he was done, he handed her the shovel and she put it in the back of the SUV, closed the door and got in the passenger side. She put her seat belt on and reached her hand across to rest tenderly on his on the steering wheel. They looked at each other and grinned.
Let's go home, sweetheart, he said.
Jenna giggled and mewed, Oh, yesss, let's go home and get in bed... and then added, shyly, I'm a little tired.
As always, Jenna remained alert, supportive of Dell as he drove down the freshly plowed half-road, out of the higher elevations to the valley where their home nestled against a rise with a southern exposure. They pulled into their drive, crossed the bridge over the creek which ran parallel to the ridge and the road and pulled up in front of the garage. Snow had fallen here, too, but only about six inches.
Jenna had pressed the clicker for the automatic garage door opener when they crossed the creek and returned it to the glove compartment. Dell knew the skis and poles on the roof rack would clear the open garage door (the door was the type which rolled up in horizontal segments on tracks), so he rolled on in. He braked with the windshield just touching the tennis ball he had suspended with string from the ceiling to show exactly where to park the SUV in the garage. This, so he could raise the hood if need be, but still be far enough in to close the door behind it. Jenna appreciated all these little thoughtful touches, so characteristic of her father. He just made things so easy for others to be around him, she thought fondly.
The sun was setting behind them as they both got out of the car. Sweetheart. Why don't we unpack tomorrow? Let's just change into something comfortable and get some dinner.
Dell pressed the button to close the garage door. It was mounted on the wall next to the door entering into their kitchen. The house was cozy and warm as they went through turning on lights as needed and heading upstairs, Dell to his bedroom to change and Jenna to her bathroom, to pee. As she relieved herself, she smelt the lingering scent of her sex combined with his semen on the hairs of her pussy. Her mind raced through the events of the past twenty-four hours.
Touching herself softly on her sensitive slit, she became immediately aroused. She felt her slit become wet and her fingertip slid easily inside her vagina. She pulled her finger up very slowly, feeling every nerve tingle as her finger stroked up over her hood and stopped atop her engorged clit. She pressed down on it ever so slightly and exploded with an orgasm.
Oh, daddy I want you again she whispered softly to herself.
