“No. My parents haven’t really adopted American traditions or culture, except as necessary for my dad’s fellowship.”“What about Christmas?�...Kimiko smiled, “Many Japanese celebrate Christmas, but it’s not a religious holiday. And we often eat a traditional meal of Kentucky Fried Chicken!”“What?!” I exclaimed in surprise.“It started about ten years ago, where Kentucky Fried Chicken ran a Christmas special in the whole country. It was called «クリスマスはケンタッキー» (Kurisumasu ni wa Kentakkii), which means. . No.. What? What do you mean?' I showed her a greedy glint in my eye and reminded her, 'Hands up behind your head. When are you going to comply?' It was fascinating, like sheer poetry, watching her raise her arms and trying, at the same time, to keep her chest into herself. She wished she was a 34B instead of a 37D.Page 5. It wasn't the first time she'd wished it, but for completely different reasons. The weight of her breasts put a constant strain on her back. She was very eager to try but from the angle my dick started to hit her teeth, which did not feel too good. We changed positions with me standing and her kneeling in front of me. I pulled my dick up to my chest and had her suck my balls which she did with gusto. Finally I stepped back and she took the hint to start sucking my cock again. Oh wow! I did it feel good this way. I pushed her down gently and soon she was taking 3-4 inches into her mouth. She started to alternate short shallow. They were nice briefs and i had picked them because they showed off my ass particularly well. He slid his hand further down and cupped my pussy, applying firm pressure with his palm. I gasped and he grinned, his other hand still playing with my boob. He started slow circles with his hand and i closed my eyes in pleasure. I didn’t see him lean in to kiss me but i felt him move closer and felt his lips on mine. I parted my lips and he took the invitation to give me some tongue. He kissed me.