They piled most of the presents and the hamper containing the crockery into the roomier Jaguar.“I’ll be going at an average 55 in my old car, Dani...l, so you drive on ahead and get the kettle on,” Giles said cheerfully.So Daniel set out on Christmas Day late afternoon onto near-deserted North London streets.“We did a similar exercise last Christmas,” he said to Marina once they got under way, “although both Ginny and Giles had to work all Christmas Day, so we actually ate our Christmas Dinner on. The bitch had some red scratches on her thighs and love bites around her sweet hard nipples- I was sure those were not my marks from spanking.Ana knew I had noticed the red scratches and bites; so she said that Helena had treated her wildly during the whole afternoon…I reached out and shoved two fingers up her warm cunt…I could not find traces of a man’s semen; just her nice pussy juices.But I told her she deserved some spanking however…I made her turn around and bend over a bit to show me her. As Tom places the tip of the spit inside the blonde's pussy, I walk up, kiss her clit and then thank her for providing us with such a special meal; adding that I can't wait to eat some of her pussy. "If you are ready, pull your feet towards you pussy, forcing the spit through it and through as much of your body as you can. "I want to feel it for as long as possible, so I will go slowly. If I stop, please help me finish it." Anna watches in shock as she starts pulling her feet towards her. Either a guy like Joe in his mid forties hasn’t aged yet, or he’s doing something to preserve a very youthful level of volume. It’s almost as copious as Carl’s, and the first three pulses feel especially powerful. It’s all I need to trigger my fourth orgasm, and it’s a deep one. I’m aware of my face squenching up as if I’ve just sucked a lemon, the intensity is like a singularity at the base of my brain, collapsing my face, skull, and even my shoulders into it. I have no idea what kind of.