Boy, oh boy, if I could convince myself that trimming the Christmas tree and ringing in the new year were really like this in Saint Petersburg, I'd pack my bags, sell the farm, and get a one-way ticket to paradise. Short of that, I guess, there's always this visual reminder to tempt my irresolution... but its images bob about in my fancy like a tree-full of forbidden fruits, every one of them shiny and voluptuous!
For a winter break, what better place than a mountain lodge? Cool, crisp air, freshly fallen snow, a indoor pool and sauna--a bit of St. Petersburg and Miami Beach all wrapped together.... and a horde of hot buddies, cock crazy and horny for action, licking, sucking, and fucking their to their hearts' content. Sound like paradise? It is.
