“Mike, honey, I know we need to talk without distractions, but do you mind if I try to steal an advantage?”I had no idea what she meant, but anyth...ng that would help her open up to me would almost certainly be a good thing. “Sure, sweetie. How are you planning to do that?”A soft giggle and a nuzzle of my neck. “Can we talk in bed, naked, so I can’t hide anything?”I laughed. “That’s not an advantage, that’s a fricking walkover. I’m going to have so little blood left in my big head that I’m going. "I want to make you come and then I want to lay you down on my bed and taste every inch of your body making you come again and again, till you can't no more.”" Hearing that Spencer felt a shiver surging through her whole body. She pulled her close slightly trembling feeling her knees go weak. "Please fuck me!" she said with a pleading sound. Allison moaned into Spencer as she let her hand slowly wander between her legs. With the other hand she grabbed Spencer's ass steadying her while she. He smiled as he set them down and stated, “Homemade cinnamon buns.”He brought out coffee and four cups. After pouring everyone a cup, he said, “Merry Christmas.”Everyone dug into the cinnamon buns. They were still warm and the frosting was melted and sticky. They were great. Each person could only eat one before being filled. For the first time since his wife had died, Glen felt like this was a real Christmas. He looked around the room at the smiling faces and knew a pleasure that he had not. “Oh!… good!!… can’t stop… coming… indira!” I blathered out as my cock erupted inside her mouth. Expecting her to push me away, I was shocked when she continued to suck and pull at my erupting penis. She didn’t even flinch as she took the first gusher of my thick, hot cream. Swallowing it eagerly, she waited for more. Even after the first giant gusher, she continued to pull and suck on me.As she did, my cock jerked again and spurted out another thick stream of my rich semen into her mouth. She.