When I let go, she grabbed them, and then I felt it. Her pussy tightened, her thighs pressed inward, and then she screamed. I felt the stream of cum e...upt from her pussy, her back arched, and she collapsed on the bed motionless. I stopped moving.“Do you want to stay in my pussy or go in my ass?”“What do you want?”“I want you in my ass. I want to feel it when you cum.”“Ok.”I pulled out of her and she stood and moved to the corner of the bed. I was taking her lead. She straddled the corner of the. Dad married mom when she was 17 when he got her pregnant with Marcia and life had taught me that dad always had a preference for younger women and it had occurred to me over time that perhaps he had intercourse with Marcia. I had no direct knowledge but somethings things she would say and her reluctance to be anywhere near dad now seemed to hold a meaning.Tracy touched my arm, “Penny for your thoughts,” she said, “that ugly fan needs to go.”I slid off the bed tucking my cock back in my pants. She told me when we were in the back seat, while Mike was driving, that she had been practicing with her mother after school and on the weekends.Computer class was a snap today; somehow, I just started understanding a whole lot more as we progressed in the class. Maybe all that reading and working on our computer at home has sunk in, either that or B2 is helping too. Either way, it is becoming easier for me. I worked some more on welding Jim's blade guard and, in fact, finished up the welding. . those two.”“Miss Jennifer,” Gronwynk answered, to the reinforcing nods of approval of a host of small seamstresses on hand to do the alterations by hand, “Mrs Hilde and Miss Beata were only trying to spite you and put you off. That Mrs Hilde has never really fitted in here. We all think that Mr Young Nick settled for his Prussian bride rather than wait for his intended, and he has been a right old grump ever since.”“Yeah,” piped up one of the other elves, “the grumpiest Santa of all, is Mr.