She placed her feet, legs apart on the rug and, holding my hips, guided me to sit on her right thigh. She closed her legs. Placing my hands on her sho...ulders to steady myself, I rode her thigh, sliding on it, lightly at first then with increasing pressure. My own lips open like a butterfly, my clit rubbed on her firm skin, moist from my mouth and, now, my cunt. We exchanged no words then. Her eyes were locked on mine, her hands, palms down, on my breasts. My nipples were achingly hard. Her nails. “You didn’t tell me the ending, so the story isn’t finished yet.”Momma gave me a knowing smile. “The best stories, are those that never end.”After dinner I helped tuck all the k**s in, except for Grace. I found her in the living room, sipping hot chocolate with Momma under the mistletoe. I smiled to myself and went to give them both a loving kiss goodnight. “Remember,” I whispered in Grace’s ear, “Santa doesn’t come until everyone is asleep.”Grace giggled and pulled my ear down to her lips. “I. We had lunch at an outdoor caf?njoying the people watching. We had dinner at a new Vietnamese restaurant Sharon had read about. Afterwards we took our belongings and headed back to the apartment. We had fun arranging the new pieces as well as hanging the pictures Sharon picked out. We got along well together and there was always laughter. As I was on a stool hammering the nail to hang the picture Sharon had selected for the bedroom, I could not help but notice a window across the way as I. Brad was magnificent as they petted and kissed on her bed, never going too far or too fast. Finally, Suzanne became so hot she demanded that he please her orally and as he did, she soon learned that he was the best she’d ever had. After her third orgasm, she felt she needed more and asked him to enter her. He complied, then within seconds she had another orgasm and yet she wanted more. They made love for most of the night and she was saddened when he left in the early morning. That day at work,.