Again I moved my tongue slowly across your skin. As I moved down the inside of your thigh I bit gently all the way down. Then back up to your pantie...s. OMG, they were already so wet. I wasted no time sliding them off. I had to taste my “Christmas present.” I quickly took my clothes off and you took off your bra. Then I laid down on the floor moving my face between your legs. You spread your legs wide. As you did I could see how wet you were. As the lights on the tree twinkled, I could. Slowly Brittany sank onto me, taking my erection side her pussy while her sister watched us from three feet away. Nobody was really talking. Once I bottomed out inside Brittany, she began to ride me. She was moving slowly, probably because any faster and she risked having me unload inside her sooner than she would’ve liked. She got herself into a good rhythm, bouncing her ass on my cock, moaning softly as she rode me. Brittany picked up the conversation where Melanie and I had left it, resuming. That was the last he remembered until his baby sister came running into his room screaming for him to get up as it was Christmas morning!"Bobbie! Bobbie! You got to get up! It's time to open ... WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? YOU LOOK LIKE A RACCOON!" screamed his sister, Betty Sue.It was then that the events of the previous evening came back to him. The crash, the pain in his head, his sore ribs and his frozen feet. Then with a rush, he remembered the Arab-like family. Bobbie bolted from bed. One. I’ll show it you later, but come through. Claire!” he shouted. “Here’s a visitor for you!”“A visitor? For me?” came Claire’s voice from the living room. Who...”By then Elizabeth had walked though the doorway. “Hello, Mummy,” she said as she dropped her rucksack.“Lizzie? But how? When? Oh my darling!” and the two fell into a tight embrace. The tears flowed down Claire’s cheeks, and they were joined by Elizabeth’s as the two wept with happiness.“Oh, Mum!” her daughter whispered.“So good! How?”.