I knew it was impossible for him to anticipate my strokes, since it was nearly impossible for me to anticipate my strokes! A glance at his cock, which...was rock hard with the condom half filled with precum, was enough to make me know how much he loved it.But all things must end, and thirty minutes of fucking had worn me out. Well, it tired me and made me ready for my own orgasm. I pushed the dildo in deep, and then detached it from the harness. "Keep this in," I told him. He reached down, and. ‘I see… so you want a DVD player. Well, that’s sounds nice…’ ‘I know I’ve been a very, very bad, Santa.’ Stacey quietly continued. ‘I’ll bet I only get a lump of coal in my stocking this Christmas. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned me across your lap and gave me a good spanking in front of all these people.’ Spencer was stunned. Not knowing what to say, he simply continued staring into Stacey’s eyes. Before he could reply, someone in the next room announced that it was time to. "Yeah," she said. "It is, but I think it's really...well, cute! Keep stroking it, though. I want you to come. Come,"she said, and turning her face to look into mine as she did, "for me. Yeah. Come for me, Robert. I want you to shoot your load for me."I could see the used dildo laying on the rumpled sheets of her bed between us, and comparing it's size to mine was strangely...well, exhilarating, is the best way to describe my feelings. I didn't feel the least bit 'intimidated' by the obvious. Then had sex again with him to say thank you for not giving me a bill. But still I never had an orgasm with him either. Back home I found my parents hadn’t changed much. Dad still was grumpy and mum just seemed to operate on auto-pilot. The farm had basically fallen in disrepair and when I mentioned it dad got grumpier. They made money from agistment fees for several horses. “If you intend to stay here” said my father “you better do some work around the place”. So it was my job to make sure the.