Claus. "Hm." Her keen eyes carefully regarded the Hummers, the sleekly smooth shafts gleaming in workshop light. "They're both very attractive." So le...t's just say gold," Santa said, about to toss the gold Unicorn 3-Speed Hummer into his sack.Mrs. Santa stopped him. "Gold might not go." What do you mean, 'might not go'?" You don't happen to know the color of Sandra's hair?" Mrs. Claus inquired. "We wouldn't want the Unicorn Hummer to clash."Santa Claus frowned. "Clash, smash," he mumbled under. " And why wouldn't I?" I asked her, "do you think I am too old to want to look good?" No, of course not," she assured me, "just wondering who you are staying sexy for?"Before I could reply, her sister, Tanya, walked in. At nineteen she was turning into a truly sexy girl. University life seemed to agree with her. If I had not been her mother I would have really tried to get into her pants, but that is the punishment of being a parent. You can look but not touch."Hey, what are you doing?" she. My breathing was beginning to get heavy, my chest rising and falling with each breath and my heart was pounding, the blood rushing noisily in my ears. I could feel the orgasm building inside me but still I could not take my eyes off the mirror. I took in every movement, studying my face, my body, watching my hands, one now inside my bra and the other still working gently inside my pants. I watched as the woman in the mirror began to stiffen, her stomach twitching, tightening and her face. That hot twat felt so amazing as she sucked at my flesh. She worked out spurt after spurt of my cum. It basted her snatch. The pleasure slammed through me.“Oh, my god, yes!” I panted.“Mildred!” Kyra moaned.My pussy convulsed, juices gushing into Deanna's licking mouth. She drank my cream as the dual delights rushed through my body. I spurted over and over again, basting Kyra's cunt with all my passion.My head swayed. The rapture burned through me. It was wonderful. The heat pumped through my.