Cindy was gazing rather hotly into Ellen's juicy fuck- hole."Ohhh, Cindy," Ellen breathed, quivering all over. "Yess, darling, lick my cunt if you wan... to..." Ohhh," Cindy moaned again and her pouting young lips pressed against the lips of Ellen's open snatch.Cindy lost everything except her desire to suck cunt. Like the German shepherd she had seen licking Ellen's pussy, she extended her delightful tongue and lashed it up and down the brunette's horny cunt-slit.Ellen gasped at the incredible. Everyone had heard rumors of her; some said that Carole was the ‘conscience of Christmas’ but other folks were equally certain that she was really the implacable Italian patent leather steel-toed pointed boot of holiday karma that you didn’t want within twelve postal codes of your ass.This situation just oozed Kringle clan politics from within Christmas Castle, undoubtedly something far too sordid and messy for any of the Jolly Red’s usual top tier handlers to deal with. Something probably too. I was dreaming of him while taking bath and his thought used to make my panty wet. Then, finally, the day came. It was Sunday and they had told that they would visit us at 11 am. I took a nice bath and wore a pink colored saree. I chose a sleeveless blouse with my back exposed. My curves were clearly visible in that saree. I had invited my friends too for helping me in preparation. My friends commented that I look stunningly beautiful.It was 11 am sharp and they came in the big car. They were 7. “na baba na mujhe sharam aati hai”, sangita boli.“koi baat ni tumahri sharam main door kar deta hun.” Aisa kehte hi main eek peg aur bana kar use de diya aur ek maine le liya.“lekin bhaiya, mujhe.” Sangita bolte-bolte ruk gayee.“koi baat nahin hum saare kapde nahin utaryeinge”, maine kaha. Mujhe pata tha ke ek baar shuru ho gaye to rukna thode hi tha. Ab maine pehle apni t-shirt utar di aur phir barmuda bhi. Ab main sirf underwear main hi tha. Mera lund tana hua tha. Mujhe dekh kar sangita.