Didi apna ek hath meri chadhi mein dal kar mere lund ko sehla rahi thi. Ab didi ne poocha”Khana khaya yaa nahi” main ne toorant uttar diya”Abhi ...tumhari choot ko chaaton ga to pet bhar jayega” Didi ne kaha khali pet kaise choud payega” Main ne kaha”Choud kar pet bhar jayega” Didi ne kaha pehle khana khale phir choudna” Main ne kaha pahle ek round he jaye phir khana khaloonga”. Us samay tak didi meri under ware utar choki thee or phir unhon ne mere lund ko choosna shoro kar diya. Didi ke lund. Between kisses - he couldn't think of anything but those kisses as they were experienced - his mind switched between pondering why she would let him fertilize her at such a young age (?!) and whether it was time to go back to subbing for Santa. At the fringes of his mind there were troubling issues. Where was his unit? What did they think had happened to him? Were they searching for him? How was Santa? What would the elves do with him when this night was over and they returned to the North. “Yeah, go,” I said, taking his hand and pulling on him. “Let’s go take care of your wife.”Mr. Armstrong stumbled after me on the walk from his front door to his car. It was Saturday morning, the sun was out, his neighbors doing their yard work, standard suburban activity. Mrs. Armstrong pretended she fit in. A perfect wife. A pillar of her church.A closet lesbian who shunned her daughter for loving me.My blood boiled. I squeezed Mr. Armstrong’s hand, almost crushing it. He winced as I marched. She told me to fuck off after her horrible boyfriend told her too. Part one was about how I would take her back if she ever decided to break up and ask for my forgiveness. Spoiler, I would fuck her brains out and make her work for it. This is what comes after I fucked her brains out.It was a while after I fucked her and came in her, forgiving her for the way she treated me, that she texted that she was coming over. Despite making her my cock slut, we only fucked a couple of times after that..