When I finished drinking it they were even more impressed. So of course my wife told me to get another bottle to drink after the girls squatted on it....I smiled and got another ice-cold beer and asked Cynthia if she would like to go first. Yes, she would.I took a dozen pictures full and close-up of that bottle in her pussy. Then I held it as she got up and drank down a few swallows before holding it for Kim to squat on. Another dozen pictures, another few drinks, and it was Emily’s turn. I took. Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas presents to You!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch. She had on jeans and a top and I was still in my softball uniform. After a while I noticed my sister trying to get closer to me.I turned to give her a quick brotherly kiss and when our lips met, she placed her hand to my cheek and stuck her tongue in my mouth! A million thoughts rushed through my head. She was my sister. What is she doing? As my thoughts went everywhere my tongue eagerly met hers. Before I knew it I started rubbing her tits as my cock hardened. God they felt firm! She quietly. Neal didn't have the fanciest set of equipment in the world, but..all the artists and composers be praised...Neal was a bass player, I learned, a stand-up bassist, a classical musician who did it with a bow.Oh! that man fucked me so nicely. Never had him before, but I found ways to get together with him many times after.Judy: "I love it, I love to watch you fuck him, baby, that is so sexy..."My sister, in New York, had written to me about her brief thing with Miles Davis and riding in his red.