“we are going home because it is my turn to see how good you are!” you say as we get into your car and start home!We arrive at home to find that o...r parents aren’t there yet! We go into your bedroom and shut the door! I walk over to you and start to kiss you passionately, sticking my tongue in and out of your mouth while I reach my hand up your skirt and feel your naked freshly shaved pussy! I then take off your shirt and undo you bra and release your beautiful breasts and then tae an erect. Electric." I noticed it, too. It was almost as though energy were running through my fingertips, into her skin, and tingling my fingers. Just as I thought this, Kes said, "It tingles! What ARE you doing?" I pulled my fingers back in surprise, and the slight tingling sensation disappeared."Oh, don't," Kes pleaded. "Please don't stop," she said, turning her head to smile up at me, her eyes sparkling with some inner happiness, and smiling the loveliest smile I'd ever seen. I applied my fingers to. With a contented sigh she whispered ‘Te Amo Mi Esposo, Feliz Navidad’. I turned her towards me, kissed her full on the lips and whispered back ‘Te Ama Mi Esposa, Merry Christmas. (Before anyone brings it up, I Know my phrasing is not proper but it is the way she taught it to me and that makes it OUR special phrase.) About this time our daughter had other ideas. Sliding between us she looked up at us with her long brown hair and startling blue eyes and demanded ‘Presents!’. We laughed as I. And why in the hell do I say, ‘thank goodness?’ Well, my patient reader, I decided that it was time to show her one of my new acquisitions. Now I could have showed her some of the X-rated texts I had or some of the graphics that would justify the purchase on a computer in the first place, but that seemed like a blaspheme. I picked an innocuous program and started it. Sandy obviously could not see from where she was sitting, so our mated feet were torn apart so that the rest of us could be.