I didn’t want him to say anything, apologise, or ask if it was ok or anything like that. I just wanted him to carry on. He was kneeling beside me no... on the grass, and I pulled him against me. I could feel my creamy naked breasts pressed against his chest. My hand stroked his back, moving down to his swim-shorts, slipping inside them and clasping his firm bum. He moaned now. I knew how I wanted this to end, but I had to keep going before either of us changed our minds. I got both of my hands on. “My friend, Contessa Helena de San Finzione, everyone.” I commanded again once I felt I was far enough away from Lucinda. I started applauding, and the mixture of applause and clinking dishware returned. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I’m from America you know, everyone says we’re rude like that. And I’m so proud of my gift that I just couldn’t contain myself any longer and just had to be first.” I looked in Lucinda’s direction. “I’m sure there will be better, more. The thought of doing it outside was exciting. I looked up and a couple was coming toward the car. I said to Gail "Someone is coming and they'll see us." She said"I hope so" and continued to suck me. sure enough, they saw us. I could hear them talking and I could hear the man laughing. Gail was very good at giving blow jobs. She seemed to know when to use just her mouth and when to grab my shaft and squeeze.I started to move my hips in and out, fucking her mouth. I could feel the pressure. I was not in the mood for a date with Rosie and her 5 sisters."Hey Santa!" I yelled out at the empty room, "I don't need any socks or underwear, or sweaters that would fit a sumo wrestler, If you really want to know what I want this year, I want to get laid on Christmas Eve!" Of course Santa did not answer.I finally crawled up to the bedroom, stripped down and fell onto the bed. I went to sleep thinking of devious ways to get Cindy's father out of the picture. My dreams were a mixture of a bevy.