Not surprising really when your parents leave you alone to fend for yourself on Christmas day while they enjoy themselves. Marion was as cheerful and ...prightly as ever and when we entered the dining room she pointed to a sprig of mistletoe over the doorway. I knew what she intended but I kissed her instead before turning to Em and saying, "Your turn now dear." The word 'dear' just popped out but I know it made an impression on her. The hug and kiss I gave her lasted a little longer than. Once dry she faced me again and started to rub body lotion all over her big breasts and upper body before putting on her substantial white bra. Firstly, she attached the clasp at the front, turning the bra around to position it over her bulky titties. One at a time she put the straps over her shoulders and carefully manoeuvred her mammarys into the cups and made them comfortable. Part two was about to start and my cock was ready to explode. The view through the lower hole was equally. She was curvy, not a stick with disproportionate features, but a perfect mix with just the right thickness in the hips and waist to accentuate her other features. Every time she walked by and those ass cheeks swayed in their firm cradle I just wanted to grab her and slide the material down and press myself against her back. I wanted to run my hands up under her blouse and feel those heavy tits, cup them in my hands and feel those hard nipples.It all started with a little flirtation. A comment. Her nipples were large and hard, her areolas the size of teacups. I lowered my head and softly touched my lips to the underside of her left breast. A faint aroma of sex took over my senses as I pushed my face into her breast. I flicked my tongue gently over her nipple before closing my mouth around it. I sucked hard on her nipple as I squeezed her other breast with my free hand.I came back to my senses and looked up at her. She hadn’t moved a muscle. Amanda was out cold. I walked to the other.