. "Is there something wrong, Mr. Willoughby?"Martin Willoughby jerked up out of his reverie. He peered through his thick glasses into the concerned gr...ey-blue eyes of his secretary, Miss Gretz."No," he said quickly, blushing. "Everything's fine. I was just thinking about a ra... A rate. A new insurance rate."Flustered, Mr. Willoughby turned back to the clutter on his desk. He moved papers around in a hopeful simulation of a man who had, indeed, been working on a new insurance rate.Miss Gretz. I hope you don’t mind the decorations.”“No! No, you go ahead and do what makes you feel good. I know I’m a grouch about Christmas, but I’m not the only one livin’ here, so I won’t spoil it for ya. Just don’t expect me to be singin’ any carols.” He sniffed the air and asked, “You cookin’ somethin’?”She grinned and nodded toward the oven. “I’m making some sugar cookies. I’m gonna ask Adam to help me decorate them when he gets home.”Aaron looked at his little sister with a new appreciation. “I’d. I was screwing my sis, she was pushing back against me trying to get every inch. I pushed in hard hold myself as deep as I could, my cock was throbbing but I did not want to cum yet. I slapped her ass and watched it ripple. Slowly now I worked it. I loved watching her ass meat giggle with every thrust. I realized I was being a little bold but I found it hard to control my fetish. I teased her butt hole with my middle finger. Wet from the shower I pushed it in a little, up to first knuckle. I finally had a girlfriend, and within a week we were fucking. I could have made this story about our first time, it was hers as well as mine, but to be honest it wasn’t worth writing about. I did, however, get better.Geraldine also stayed at home, so opportunities to fuck didn’t come easily. My mum was pretty easy going, but not to that extent. Her parents were also great, and really welcomed me into their home, but again, there are limits. So, we had to manage when we could, an afternoon.