Hes so unaware of what hes doing to me. Yes, it may seem as if hes just giving me special pleasure, but hes doing way more than that. Hes also doing s...mething to my brain. Hes controlling it, making me his, forever. As if my mind no longer belongs to me. I start to let my face fall into a blank stare, moaning with each pump. He looks down, Mandy look! My private grew just from watching you act like this! Thats so cool!! Its like youre just a puppet!! He laughs to himself again, bouncing. Black slacks, black, button-down, collared shirt, black boots, black tie, but not a standards sport jacket. The jacket he wore was longer, it went down to the backs of his knees. Only his head and hands visible, he was indeed very priestly in this, the collar high and tight, the coat fitting his form nicely. He was around 5’9′, his body was a tight roping of whip cord muscles…well…they would be…some time in the future. Well, they were whip cord underneath his smooth, fair skin, you just. ” Then he went to softly signing The Christmas Song.“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose.”Chestnuts roasting on an open fire indeed.Swish THWICK!Scott took a death grip on the edge of the mantel there above the rejuvenated wood fire. His breathing quicken as he drew in the warm air radiating from it. His evil uncle had crossed over the six tramline welts that he had given birth to from his prior stance to the other side of his nephew.I’ll never make it. . Tugging..... stroking tugging..rubbing..softly my vagina.twirling me hard. ‘Relax’ I heard as the pressure between my legs grew deeper and deeper. I felt my legs spread wide and wet hot kisses on my vagina and nipple.my vagina was being rubbed deeply..stroking it rougher and rougher..squeezing...,squeezing..rubbing me hard.nuzzling my nipples..and tugging .rubbing..rubbing..rubbing..stroking.squeezing,pulling, pecking my vagina hard. I felt my legs spread wide, .my vagina was being rubbed.