There was no way she would go out as a third wheel with any of her friends, and the idea of going stag might work for a guy, but not for a girl. Sitti...ng back on the couch, Kali Collins turned the television with the remote and tried to get interested in an old Bogie movie. Normally she would have had no problem, this one was one of her favorites, one of the best romantic movies she had ever seen. When Bogie said ‘here’s looking at you kid’ to Ingrid Bergman, you just knew that he was so in love. A knock sounded. She should go to the door. But there couldn’t be anybody outside, not on Christmas Eve with the snow already four feet high and still falling. Her fantasy was playing games; loneliness was no doubt making her imagine things. Another series of knocks broke the silence, loud, insistent. She turned her head around and looked at the door. “Wha…” Her voice was inaudible, raw from crying. The knocking turned into a pounding. “Hello?” a muffled male voice asked from outside. “Is there. Mrs. M pulled away. “You see, when me and Mr. M were fucking the other night, he was ramming his big cock inside of me,” she spoke as she slid a second finger into Jake’s asshole and continued penetrating, making Jake breathe harder, “I heard you moaning, and I just knew it was because Dylan was sucking on that cock.” Dylan slid another inch inside of his mouth, as his mom slid two fingers inside his asshole and penetrated him as well.“Mmmm,” Jake responded. “He also fucked me that night. Nice. We continued to kiss. It wasn't long before Johnathan's hands began moving slowly up my sides. Then he placed one under my ear, holding my neck and face. His other hand was beginning to creep up the edge of my T-shirt. He knew exactly how to make me want him. He always knew how to touch me; it's a wonder how we hadn't gone all the way before. As his hand slowly slid up my shirt, I decided two could play at that game. I left one of my hands around his neck while the other moved down his chest.