Oh acha phir mai seedha late gae or ashee na mara land moon main la leya or choosna lagi, Ashee apni tongue mara land par rab karna lagi, mara land ka...head ka neecha sa shuru kar ka poora land moon main la jatee, phir vo mara land ka head main bana hola main apni zuban datee to mujha bohat maza ata or gudgudee be hotee, ashe na 10 mintue mara land ko choosa main leya, is ka baad maina ashee kee nighty khol kar us ka blouze or pantee sath he uatr dee, or ashee ka boobs ko dubana lagi in ka size. At the same time, I accidentally let go of my pants. They slip down to the floor and she gets a full view of my underwear and bare legs! "Oh my gosh!" she says as I quickly pull the pants back up. We are both blushing red. "It's okay. It's okay. I'm so sorry. I thought you had me there," I say. "Let's try this again," she says with a big sigh. She works on adjusting the clips. "Well.. your pants are too big." She looks up and we both burst out laughing. "Oh boy. Let's try a size down," she. Dan and I were going to be fired. But that was before The New York Times ran an article on how we redneck, Southern hicks had been duped and fooled by a slick talkin’ city slicker. Made our island sound like a breeding ground for idiots.Now, there were probably lots of people on our island who did think I was a fool. But to have the Damnyankees say it out loud was to much! People rallied behind me and Lt. Dan in opposition to the Damnyankees. Lt. Dan will never be elected sheriff and it will be. Nearly…. there!” Gumbo cupped her boobs, squeezing the flesh into little mounds, until her cleavage was almost bursting out of her bra. She looked so sweet, but so sexy, lying in the barn like that. A jingle of bells could be heard outside, between Twinkle Toes’ moans. The reindeer were getting restless. If either of them were to get caught now, it would lead to a stern rebuke, at least. But she didn’t care now. She wrapped her legs around her naughty lover, gripping his cloak in her fists..