Because this Christmas, I cried due to self pity. I always hated Christmas and other family holidays, but this Christmas, it was worse. I felt lonel... before, but this time there seemed no hope that it would get better. I always said to myself that by the time I reached thirty, I would have a family of my own. But here I was thirty years old, the year almost over, and I was still all alone. I could no longer bear my lonely existence. The pain of seeing a happy family, on television, just. She would cling to me, her canal grasping and stroking my shaft as her legs wrapped around me. When I came her hands pulled my head to her, my face in her neck and her pussy tightened around me and slowly milked the come from my shaft. She always became slick then, as her pussy teased me and her orgasm rolled through her. My tongue worked in slow, broad strokes. I would lick from the top of her opening to her clit where I would lick the underside. My tongue began working faster as my finger. I was surprised they weren't filming us. Although, knowing Alice,perhaps they were..."Y-y-yes, Dee, I do. But...well..." Ah, Michelle, you still aren't sure, are you? So cute...don't worry, Iwon't hurt you. Well, not much..." Dee help my wrists down and groundherself into me. It was so erotic, so sexy, feeling her clit pushagainst mine, slipping against each other in the soft satin. I tightenedmy legs and moved my hips in a circular motion, feeling her rub againstme. I was feeling so submissive. Waking up after an evening of intense sex was a quiet joy. Frank loved looking at Jennifer's peaceful face in the morning while she was still asleep. Her tousled hair and slight sounds she made made her look very young. Sometimes her eyes moved under the lids, and expressions drifted across her face. To Frank's satisfaction, most of the expressions were happy ones.When she woke up, she often stretched, with her eyes mostly closed and joints bending with astonishing flexibility. The stretches.