| Description: |  Sounds like you have a thing for your snowboard teacher!
"He's not my teacher, he's my instructor! And we're running off and getting married! Omigod, I can't believe I told you that. Please don't print it in the magazine! Pretty please? I'll tell you a sex-in-the-snow story if you don't tell. Well, me and my instructor are kinda dating and stuff. It just happened one day up on the cliff coming back from a long, hard day of ripping. I was tired and he held my hand, 'cause the wind was blowing a little bit. We got on the airlift and he grabbed my tush. I was shocked, you know? He could have any girl on the slopes, easy. As we went down, his hand went down my snowboarding pants!" |
