" "Cost me?" queried Lucy, "In what way?" "He will be getting changed, taking off the beard, and getting a shower, then he always grabs some food and ...a coffee, so we have almost an hour," Lyn explained, moving close in front of her, "suppose we three go into the grotto for a while, then we will fix for Santa to find you there. I promise you, you will get well screwed by him." Lucy would have accompanied them anyway, she was feeling so randy already, but the prospect of getting screwed by Santa. Also it is impossible opposes to that that is given us by the nature! Away shame, complexes, confusions, uncertainty, shyness! YOU WANT, I WANT and let the whole world has a rest! It is impossible to get rid of that that the nature gave us!!! Why to oppose to it? To us not a lot of time for pleasures in life is allocated what to drag out! To be afraid, ashamed whose that of reproaches, to be capricious, put off, push away from itself that prerasny feeling of an eforiya and a nirvana without. I fuck my men.” She said, pride and excitement clear in her voice.“I will fuck my son, my husband.”“Oh mom!” I groaned as she continued to caress my cock and balls.“You are a shameless slut.” I said.“I am a whore baby. You know it. You have eaten cum from my whore ass. You love it.”I looked and saw Heather watching us. She was trembling, with fear or anger, I couldn't tell.Mom, meanwhile mashed her naked body against mine and I felt her soft, silky skin and humongous boobs against my chest.. I moved back, far enough that contact was broken. ‘Naughty, you’re not co-operating with me.’ ‘I thought that I was a prick tease, you’re nothing but a pussy tease. Please, I want you.’ ‘You’ll want me even more before I’ve finished with you.’ I took my hands from her hips and touched her face, my fingertips moving across her soft skin a centimetre a second, barely touching her flesh, across her cheeks and behind her ears, moving down to her jaw and neck, across her neck under her jaw, her head.