He releases his cock as I take over sliding my hand up and down his shaft and he reaches over to start to unbutton my dress until he exposes my breast..., his pudgy hand cups one before pinching and rolling a teat tightly, eliciting a moan from me before he attends to the other one. By now my hand is working his cock, corkscrewing his soft skin shrouding his iron shaft, more precum bubbles out of his slit dripping onto my hand lubricating my strokes.His other hand moves to the back of my shoulder. It slowly withdraws from your throat as you moan from wave after wave of cum pouring out of your dick. You hang slack jawed as the orgasmic haze settles over you. The thick stretching in your throat returns quickly.The difference in taste and heat let's you know that it is a real cock back in you as your face is slammed down onto my cock. I slow as I reach the point where I had previously not passed before sliding slowly back, running along yet untouched tissue. A whole new meaning to fullness. "You two haven't got anything more to lose. Let's make things a bit more even, shall we?"I removed my underpants, leaving me as naked as Jason. We sat with our legs outstretched, making no attempt to hide our partially erect cocks. Charlie kept her legs crossed but was becoming less concerned about keeping her arms across her chest. As we talked, she gesticulated with her hands, or reached for her glass of wine, allowing me an excellent view of her delectable breasts.After another particularly. "And I really hope you meant what yousaid Brayden?" I did mom," said Brayden. "I feel horrible about ruining Christmas forher." Of course you do," said his mother stamping her foot. "No one ruined itfor you. Who tells a seven year old girl there's no Santa Claus?" I know," said Brayden looking down. "I was just annoyed at her." She's your little sister and you should never be that annoyed at her nomatter what!" scolded his mother. "You know how excited she is runningdown the stairs on Christmas.