She waved nervously at everyone as Melissa offered her some lemonade. Coraline held to her chest a large manila envelope. I’d already made the icing... and lime and coconut would pair with it well I thought.“Hey, am I interrupting something,” Coraline asked. She looked at the kitchen table surrounded by fellow cheerleaders.Grace looked at the newcomer, “Not really.”“What’s up?” Asked Lavi.“I was hoping to talk to Mr. Carlo,” she said shyly.I paused, butter in hand. “Why?” I asked. To say Melissa. Yes, I was staying with family friends, and sure, I’d be included in their Christmas celebration – assuming I got there in time. But they all went to midnight mass, then came home and the kids opened all their presents right away, like at one-thirty in the morning. Then everyone fell into bed and slept late on Christmas morning.I never went to church. Dad was a militant atheist, and I never really cared, one way or another, but I knew I’d be uncomfortable in any church, let alone a Catholic. She bent over and lifted her dress just slightly, allowing me to see her panties. I licked my lips."Come over here, baby." She said.I did what she said and approached her. She turned around and dropped to her knees. After unzipping my jeans, she pulled out my cock and began to work on it with her hands. "You gonna get hard for me, baby?" She asked me."You know I am." I replied.As my cock began to harden, she wrapped her lips around it and began to slide her head up and down my cock, pumping it. Diane knew she couldn’t stand any more. “No,” she said. She grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled him up her body. “You.” When his mouth was over her navel rather than her groin, she relaxed to let him extract his arms from under her legs. He continued up her body under his own steam. He paused at her breasts to cover them with kisses, but he resumed moving upward. When she spread her labia with her fingers, he slipped right into her vestibule.“Diane,” he said. Then he was filling her..