. Sugarand spice and puppy dog's tails and all that shit... Who the hell gaveyou the right to be judge, jury and executioner, huh? I'm sick of yourblo...dy commercial homogenised Christmas, the men watch the football,the women cook the turkey... For god's sake, turkey's nasty anyway... Ireckon you really sold out when you did those Coke commercials... Well,now it's your chance to do something to change it... This year we'regoing to screw the toy companies, screw the card makers, screw. He began kissing me so gently that I found this unexpectedly mild approach exciting in the extreme. No grabbing for my boobs, no hand up my skirt, just a soft pair of lips on my earlobe. I was warming to this boy, no mistake. But then if he is too nice, I thought, he’s going to discover the secret beneath my skirt, not to mention the silicone babes that the contents of my sweater would reveal. I had envisaged it would be a night with some over-sexed male who would expect me to suck him off then. Or crickets. Some chirping things that only chat with you in the summer.Across the street a lawn sprinkler was waving lazy whorls of misty water back and forth, back and forth.For some odd reason a question Walker had asked me had popped into my mind, “Winter, would you rather suck cock or lick pussy?”It was back around the time he’d discovered his mother had a bod and he was exploring his own budding sexuality through questioning my friend Peggy Rawlings and me.“It depends, lovey, who I’m. That had driven Don wild, and he had fucked her wildly while she told him about going from stroking, to sucking, to then having her own brother's cock deep inside her. Remembering, and telling her horny hubby what it was like, the ripping away as he pierced her virgin barrier, the small zings of pain quickly fading, and the explosion of pleasure she had felt as she got into the rhythm, it made her lust go crazy, she was humping her hips up madly at his cock, both back then, and in real life,.