I’m going to see someone.”Stephanie laughed, “Still up to your old hijinks?”“As the song says, ‘I gotta be me’!”“I’d be surprised ...f that wasn’t the case. Who else will be here this year?”“Samantha, Brian, and Benjamin. Maria Cristina and Mike are going to her mom’s place and Winter is on her honeymoon.”“So the turkey isn’t the ONLY thing being stuffed today!”I laughed, “Nice, Squirt.”“Dad?” Birgit called out, coming into the room.“Yes?”“The kitchen is free. The pies are in the oven.”“Then we. I went back at it, taking healthy swings. Her B-cups were firm and didn’t jiggle that much with each slap. Ah, the joys of youth.After a few minutes of this, my hands were starting to sting – her breasts must have been really hurting. But she didn’t complain. She did moan a lot, though. And her nipples were now very hard.“Put your head over the side of the bed,” I ordered, “I want to fuck your face.” Jasmin scooted around. I positioned myself carefully and slowly fed her my cock. That position. Involuntarily, he glanceddownwards. He couldn't see much in the dim light. But he could feel wellenough what he was wearing - the lacy tank top, the denim skirt thatbarely covered the top of his thighs, the cotton panties, and the wedge-heeled sandals in which he had struggled to walk.Thinking about all that was bad enough, but then his brain kept snappingforward to the "lift home" the men had promised, with the clearindication that he was going to have to do something else either to orfor. Several male voices. As I got near, a black man stepped out of the room, nodded and headed down the hallway. I noticed the door wasn't closed, the security bar kept it propped open.From here, I could hear the slapping of skin and the muffled gurgling of someone slobbering on a cock, periodically punctuated with moans and cries of extasy. Opening the door, I saw a group of black men in the room, at least five of them. I saw a pair of legs dangling over the edge of the bed, a lovely white ass,.