A.P.All I Want For ChristmasBy Alexisandra PhaitheAll Rights Reserved,Throughout Existence.December 13th, 2000Alexis looked at the calendar. Christmas... was fast approaching, only about a week to go, and she was excited, as usual. Christmas has been her favourite time of the year, ever since she was a wee child. And it had always been a time for Alexis to get together with family; and celebrate life and joy.But this would be her second Christmas without her family. That saddened her, and tore a. . No, no, no. Don't stir. No stirring! Back vile thing!The average man's mind will process a sexual thought once every eight seconds. So, for a single session lasting one and one half hour, my penis could potentially betray me six hundred thirty times. By the second, that three hundred dollars was looking less and less like easy rent money, and more like hard work. If I was going to convince myself to do this, my rational mind had to get busy.Who cares if that stuff happens while you're up. .i suck yur big black cock''''thats right''mfffffffff sluuurtttttt''thats a 100% right''''you get locked up and the only cock you ever going to touch is mine ''i was so weak listening to him as i suckedi fell under his powerful talk and the way he made me suck''you gonna eat all my cum boy?''i realised i was going to have it all in my mouth in the next second has he got bigger and twitchhe pushed me down on my knees looking up , i drank his cum, one big jet of warmn cum after anotherhe was. .. did you turn him ... invisible?” she whispered back.Joey nodded, smiling sheepishly.She chuckled, amazed. “Wow. Handy trick.” She held the door open for him, and they entered the restaurant. “Table for two, please,” she said to the hostess. Joey found some crayon packs at the front station and pocketed a couple, along with a handful of candy mints.The hostess took them to a booth. Joey lingered a bit, looking at the dessert case, staring at the apple pie, but then caught up with Tricia. They.