His thumbs found her anal rosebud, rubbed it, and penetrated. The crescendo of their passion rose with the music. Gasps of excitement and delight fill...d the room and then all faded into blackness.Kim fitfully stirred. The words from "We wish you a Merry Christmas" broke through the fogginess of her waking mind. "...We won't go until we get some, so bring some right here," the words of the song triggered faint recollections of the night before. The television was still on and showed carolers in. Sandra finds him a clean towel and directs him to the bathroom,telling him to leave his wet clothes outside the door.Off he goes and after a couple of minutes Lucy and I think, at the same time, where's Sandra got to? I head towards the bathoom to find her standing there looking through a small gap in the door frame at the lad in the shower, not only that,she has her hand inside her knickers and is giving herself a good old seeing to while her other hand is rubbing her breasts over her dress.I. She just wished he’d get there already.About three in the afternoon, the doorknob jiggled and she heard a key unlocking it. Mary felt more than giddy. She felt more than just horny. Mary felt like a naughty girl and naughty girls knew just what to do for fun.“Mary, I’m home. Are you here?” Jack said. He walked in and laid his keys down on the table by the door. He hardly even turned around before Mary had pressed in close behind him.“Hey there stud, ready to fuck me pregnant?” Mary said. She. Are you gonna bust me?" No," she says, and I figure, right, she's just gonna get out and let him chase on home. Instead, she says, "Calm down, sweetie. It was just a for-instance. Do I look like a cop? Do you know any cops with legs like these? You do like my legs, don't you?" Yeah," the kid says, real fast. "Yeah, sure. That's what made me pick you up. You were the best-looking one one the street. Uh -- you mean you're not a cop, right?" Right," she says, and she's kinda laughing, but not.