", mehr Luft brachte sie zum redennicht auf und wurde langsamer, rieb ihren Oberk?rper gegen seinen undkeuchte immer noch heftig.Er st?hnte und keucht...e, war Schwei?gebadet und schon fast au?er atmen.Aber er war auch kurz davor, auf Wolke sieben zu schweben. Er nahm Kisa inden Arm, als diese halb auf ihm lag und dr?ckte sie fest an sich. Ererh?hte nochmal kurz das Tempo und dann war es um ihn geschehen und seinSaft ergoss sich in ihre Grotte... Sein ganzer K?rper zuckte undpulsierte... bis es. Or at least I thought she was.I tried my best to ignore her injuries but I'm not sure I was successful."Thanks," I muttered as I went back to decorating. "My sister owned a bakery. I used to help her out in the summers when I was a kid."The woman moved closer and peered over my shoulder at the cookies I'd already finished."You even put chocolate chips for the snowman's buttons," she said. "That is too cute."Her closeness made me uncomfortable."Um, I'm sorry, Miss," I stammered. "But you're not. “Please, suck my cock!”“My pleasure,” she mewled, spreading her lips and letting him finally fuck his prick into her wet mouth.The heat of her son’s cock between her lips again sent rumbles of ecstasy racing down from her mouth to her cunt as it had the night before. Sliding her hot mouth along his cock, she took his prick deep, making soft whimpering sounds of delight, her green eyes shining up at him. Her lips brushed the sparse hair at the base of his prick as she held his cock tightly and. We would have sex of some form every morning and every night almost without fail. He had been turned into something of a randy old goat. Not that I was complaining you understand!Christmas brought the inevitable round of socializing and parties- some fun, some tedious. One of the main ones was a fancy dress party at an old friend of Peter's- a one time lover of his in fact. Not my absolute favourite event of the year for a number of reasons, but Peter rather insisted we attend and it did give.