“And I love being shared that way, just as I love to share. But, yes, it’s a special, triangular bond between that starts from the first time that...we met Mike and the unique circumstances of it,” Justine clarified, “Justine Tremaine-Hawkins, or was that Hawkins-Tremaine? Same basic idea, anyway.”“You have a very French accent to your English. Are you Quebecois?” Vo inquired, to which Justine nodded.“Oui, mademoiselle. I am a French-Canadian through and through. From Montreal, in fact. Oh, and. Besides, now I was starting to feel like this was a set-up for a practical joke one of my sick friends would play on me. I figured at some point, Santa would turn on some music and do a strip tease or something. But how did he know I had to pee and where did he get hot pizza at this hour on Christmas morning? When I got back, Santa was just popping open a bottle of beer and setting it down on the coffee table next to a slice of pizza. "I was hoping you were going to join me," he said gesturing. Kay begin undressing him, his coat and shirt tossed onthe chair next to the bed. She pressed him backwardsswinging his body so that he lay stretched out bed. Shethen straddled his legs, unbuttoning his trouser andtugging them down, stopping to remove the shoes andsocks and then finishing the removal of the pants. Helie there in boxer shorts, a pronounced tent formed bya very erect penis. Kay stood on the bed and removed her dress, tossing iton the chair. She stood there, a leg on each side. I crouched into the space with my face towards the door and kept my backpack standing up on the seat for additional cover. So even if anyone entered the car from that door and looked directly in my direction, they would probably not get a view of my junk and would give me a couple of seconds to pull up my pants.I pushed my pants down; all the way down to the ankles. My dick was already hard as rock. I fondled myself a little bit over the undies, then pushed them down as well. It was hard to.