Shesmoothed the seam of her dark tan nylons as George nestled uncomfortablyat her feet, one of her heels dangling precariously from her toe untilJoyce... commanded him to use his nose and mouth to restore it to herstockinged foot.Poor George. As Joyce mercilessly swept her legs one way then other,crossing and caressing her gown and nylons, he was mesmerised by therelentless hissing and swish of the sheer stockings as well as thedeafening roar of matching taffeta petticoats that were snuggled. This was another disappointing Christmas Eve when his family wouldn’t be going to church together. Terry wondered if it was possible to convince his dad to go as a family in the morning but gave it up as a bad idea. Kyle Carson never, ever gave in and was proud of his perfect record.Terry called his parents before turning in for his pre-shift sleep and assured himself that they were well stocked for the storm, would be careful about clearing the walks and driveway, and prepared to stay in out. She opened her mouth and neatly gulped it inside, sucking hungrily.'Well, that’s something she does better, now,' Jake thought to himself. 'She’s a much better cocksucker in my dreams than she was in real life.' He felt his balls tightening already. He was getting ready to come. He was probably already leaking cum into her mouth. That meant she would know, too.‘I won’t get to fuck her beautiful face for hours after all,’ Jake thought, somehow disappointed. Then he was coming in her mouth,. Continuing to allow me access to her chest, Emily’s lips found their way back around my penis and she began to suck on it again, this time masturbating me with a slow hand while she did so. It was a magical feeling, in the dark, receiving a discreet blow-job from this beautiful young blonde. While she sucked on me, I played with her warm breasts and felt them harden with goose bumps, the nipples grow beneath my fingertips. The T-shirt was riding up above her tits but it was still frustrating.