Last year I had just given birth to Ronnie. Ron made me drink a lot of brandy and wouldn't let me feed my baby. By the time we got to the party my bre...sts were aching with all the milk in them. But that didn't last long. I was the life of the party! I served Brandy Alexanders all night long — from my nipples, of course. There was usually a smelly jerk hanging from each tit, sucking up a storm. All Ron did was to fuck me occasionally and a couple of times hit me across the face because my jugs. He was too old, and his hold on people’s hearts too strong. And since Saint Nicholas was obligated to do a kindness to every creature in the world on Christmas, for one day each year the Krampus was free again.It was the earliest hour of the morning when his hooves first touched the virgin snow in the village square. This was a sleepy town, isolated by wilderness and winter storms. A perfect place to start.The first thing he did was sneak into a tailor’s shop and steal the most fashionable suit. Just a bit of violence and a complicated plot that gives it the 'R' rating. "O.K.", she said, "What time?" I'll double check the marquee when I head home, but I am pretty sure the early show is at 7, so I'll come to your house about 15 minutes before that. But give me your phone number in case I realize that it is a different time. And I think I have enough money for the tickets, but can you pay for the popcorn?' "Deal", she said.When we sat down for dinner as a family, Becky proudly. From her vantage point, she watched as he started to feed his long, thick and dark cock inside the woman. Slowly, slowly he went. First, the head disappeared inside of her, then, inch by slow inch, her pussy took his shaft, which, like the rest of his body, was veiny.The slew of sounds coming out of the woman’s mouth was unreal. They were primal sounds, from within the deepest and darkest depths of the soul. Primitive and guttural moans and groans escaped her, along with every curse word under.