The thought of some sort of control after almost losing mine earlier is too fucking tempting. But of course I'd never make her do it. "That's kind of...hot," Chanel says by my ear and I give her a wicked smile, climbing to the floor. I quickly turn for the bathroom, knowing exactly my weapon of choice. I find the robe hanging on the back of the door and pull out the soft, long tie. I may or may not have been thinking about this earlier. Still undressed from the waist up, I stride back into the. I'd thought Wes was neat and all. He's a year older than I am and is always hanging around with Joey and they ride bikes and run and all and he just looks good. Anyway, I was standing in the doorway of the playroom and he comes up to me and says "You're under the mistletoe." And then he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. I kissed back. You better believe I kissed back. When we were done he smiled at me and said "Merry Christmas, Sam." I was able to answer "Merry Christmas" but I had. However such was the magnitude of her arousal that I could not keep up with the amount of lubrication she was producing. Clearly she was a very experienced girl.My own cock was lubricating pretty impressively itself and I had never produced so much of precum before. I freed my aching manhood and proceeded to roll on a condom when she said, “ Don’t worry I am on the pill, I want you to ride me bareback. I want to feel your cum spray the insides of my body.” I was reeling in shock. Why would she. His movements were so subtle that they might almost have been mistaken for unconscious, though the hand that reached back and took hold of my erection did so with a most definite intent. I placed two fingers to his quivering orifice, still tight despite being so thoroughly abused mere hours ago, and he moaned softly. I touched my lips to his warm shoulder blade and inhaled. He smelled of sex, of the masculine fragrance of our combined sweat and juices. It emanated from the sheets we lay upon.