’ ‘What am I going to do with flowers?’ ‘Don’t know.’ ‘I’m a boy.’ ‘So you keep saying.’ ‘I ain’t no sissy.’ ‘I reckon n...t.’ ‘…thank you…I guess.’ She looked over her shoulder and gave me a little smile. Her hair was a mess. Her dress was a mess. She was a mess. But her smile was perfect. I smiled back before realizing that it was the craziest thing in the world to do. ‘Hey,’ she said, far enough away now that she had to raise her voice for me to hear. ‘Why does everybody be calling you. He was easily stronger than she was, but she still managed to pry his hands away from his lap leaving his cock exposed. He realized later it was because he wanted her to see. Gulping, he sat there, waiting for her reaction. She stared at his cock for a long moment, as if mesmerized. A trickle of drool ran from the corner of her mouth and dripped to the floor. It was both disgusting and incredibly arousing. "You've got a big one!" she said, voice mostly a whisper. "Bigger than your Daddy's. Did. "Steve's softening cock slid out of my well fucked love tunnel, with a loud suction sound, like removing a rubber boot from a mud hole. As he removed the obstacle, cum began to spill out of my overfilled ass. Steve quickly grabbed my plug reinserting it into me to stop the flow. He looked at me with a sly grin, "That's I lot of cum baby, you might want to save that as a souvenir or something."I laughed, "Yeah I guess so, how about a taste."Steve took his hand and swooped up the cum puddled in. ”“It’s still going to be confusing.”“Anyway, Mom. The Connors have invited me over for Christmas Eve and since it includes a late-night service, they said I could stay in their guest room and come home Christmas morning. I thought, if you were okay with it, I’d bring Cheryl with me to introduce her.”“Oh. Well, we don’t usually do much on Christmas Eve. We don’t even have any decorations since the fire. We’ll get a tree and some lights. I guess that would be okay. It gives us a reason to make.