Up north, there were questions about white snow flake ornaments being symbols. Our Christmas party is officially called a holiday party. I just let it... go. My real concern is the long-term effect all this will have though I hope to be dead and gone before it gets really bad.”I chuckled and added, “We sure are philosophical this evening.”She laughed, “I’m just following your lead.”“Perhaps, I can lead you into temptation.”“You have. I hope you will again many times in the future.”I smiled.. Won’t you give me another look at that sweet little peach you have peeking out from the hem of your short little dress?”“Oh, this little old thing? Wouldn’t you like to fuck me, Granpa? Wouldn’t you like to slide that long, greasy pole all the way up my teenage cunt to heaven? Wouldn’t that be better than the amateur blowjob you’re getting now?” Lucy slithered out of her dress and got on her hands and knees beside her dangerously excited grandpa.While they were speaking, Cheryl and Daphne had. I disliked the taste of pussy. I had only tried Sara’s, Phoebe’s, Zina’s and Melody’s so far. None were the same. Give me a dick every time.“Hey gorgeous,” Matt slipped an arm around my belly and wiggled me around so he could get under the spray.“Hi Matthew,” She nodded, “Robin doesn’t think we need the van yet. We’re just delivering two boxes. Tim’s dozen boxes look bigger.”“They’re flatter though, so technically Robin’s holds more,” Matt needlessly argued. “But it’s not just about the gig.. She opened a bottle of champagne, gave it in two glasses, then said: “Come, sit here on the stool, and I will sit on your knees, your cock between my legs or inside my cunt.”So we did. My stiff cock towered between her thighs, and with her finger she rubbed the little opening of my penis, gave champagne on it and laughed. The she said suddenly:“Stuck him inside me.” Then she sat on him gaily and drank, then said: “Better he would be in my ars, but I never had a cock in my asshole. Will you do.