Until then her calls had only ever been to the University Arms Hotel, checking up on me. I didn't even remember giving her my number, though she knew ...roughly where I lived, and there weren't that many J. Gaskells in the London Phone directory, especially in Gloucester Terrace NW1."I've been thinking, how would you like spend Christmas here, with me at Keepers? Just for a few days." She qualified, her voice uncharacteristically soft, but this was the Margaret who had rescued me twice now, thrice. As she was busy with my cock, i continued with her boobs. Now i came downwards to the knot of her pyjama, untied it and slid my hands down to cover her triangle over her panties. It was all wet by this time and i caressed it with my fingers and she was moaning anhhhhhh…….. I removed her pyjama and panties together and made her sit on the table infront of me with her legs over my shoulder. I moved closer to her to see her jungle and tried to find out the love hole. I got more closed and found. “Come with me and I will show you where you will be staying,” I said.I hailed a cab and off we went to my modest but neat second floor walkup apartment. Upon arrival, I showed Eddie around and told him I had two bedrooms and pointed out which one he was to occupy. I also told him there was only one bathroom and would have to share.Eddie said he was very tired, and if I didn’t mind, he would like to go to bed.“No problem,” I responded.Although Eddie had gone to bed in mid-afternoon, he was still. Shocked and excited, they gasped, then giggled and rejoiced at their job well done as the warm load fell onto their hands and his crotch.Jessica was disappointed at the waste of the milk saying they should have used a bucket, seizing an exciting prospect the milker boldly said “that’s not a problem, look! This isn’t like regular milk, it isn’t all runny, you can still lick most of it up and not waste any.”“Go ahead!” he urged on still lightly rubbing on their pussies and soaking his fingers in.