I contained some classic blues tunes from the 30’s and 40’s. After a few more gifts that caused hugs and kisses the area under the tree was empty ...xcept for two gifts for Sarah from the two of us and one for both of us from Santa!We looked at each other and shrugged.“What did you get?” I asked Keri.“I didn’t. I thought that this was from you.”I grabbed the package and hefted its’ weight and handed it to Keri.Keri opened the gift and let out a little giggle.“Oh my! Look at this and a matching. All the stories that use cards seem to focus on the Fool and the Hanged Man. James Bond, anyone?I have no idea what the cards were, but Aubrey wove a tale around them that had enough truth in it that I could readily identify parts of my life. It doesn’t take much of a psychic to tell me that I face a long journey on which I am healing from a deep emotional wound and will be helped along by four types of women, none of whom would be my life mate. But Aubrey was so good at weaving her story that. “That’s it daddy…make it pop…make it pop….give your baby all your slop,” she cheered as another orgasm shot through her own body, and leaning back onto Ken’s hairy chest she felt him bite down on the back of her neck, like she had seen lions do when they fuck. This old cock, was in his own way marking his territory, and Erica’s head swam as her orgasm mixed with Ken’s to make a twat stew. Erica felt a few more spurts of frothy cum fill her, as Ken’s body jerked towards completion, and she. Once instead we started kissing passionately and petting heavily until I couldn’t take the tension anymore. I pulled her shoes off and dragged her pants with them. Standing there in front of me in just her trim sexy lacy undergarments she looked at me and said “someone is a little over dressed for the party. Let me help you with that!” She lifted my T-shirt up and over my head and then started awkwardly fumbling with my belt buckle. Teasingly slapping my hand when I offered assistance she.