Giles was now staring at my exposed clit just inches from him. “Lick there!” I instructed. Giles did as he was told. I could feel my orgasm buildi...ng. I grasped the head board with my left hand for balance. “Use two fingers to finger fuck me as well!” I demanded. Giles had a little difficulty at first manoeuvring into position but, once he had, he built to a rhythm of finger fucking and licking. As I climaxed Giles’ fingers slipped from my pussy and I thrust myself onto his face, forcing him to. This is quite ideal for dairy farming, but not so good for bringing in outside big city spenders or snowbirds wanting to play. Seeing the success of Santa’s Village, the aldermen of our township deliberated long about doing nearly exactly the same thing. They held endless meetings and dithered so long that another Vermont town in a county to the south-east of us decided to beat us to the punch getting into the themed holiday town action as well. They renamed themselves Liberty Town in 1942 and. As I get into the bathroom I look at the damn blue lights on the digital clock we have on the back of the toilet. Crap, it's already 8 a.m. We gotta go. I take a quick piss and turn all the lights on as I try to walk rapidly into the kitchen to make coffee and nuke a couple of frozen breakfast sandwiches.The wife groans when the overhead light hits her in the eyes. "What time is it," she asks as I pass through the bedroom."Eight. Hurry up we have to get on the road in less than thirty minutes. She really liked that! That quickly progressed to her snowballing me. Especially when I was laying on my back on the bed. I do remember the first time."Don't swallow. I want you to kiss me..."A huge load of cum fell into my mouth. Fucking amazing. Then she French kissed me."I swallowed just a little." she said. Of course she did. I knew her. I was lucky to get any.Then one day at work she came to me in my office with a stained red cami."You owe me a new blouse." Sure. No problem!"It was kinda.