Chris pulled out a box out of a bag she had stashed in the corner. It was a new box and handed it to me. It was a Hallmark Ornament; "First Christ...as together." "I bought this yesterday. I was thinking wonderful thought about you. I wanted you to put this on the tree," Chris said with a smile. As I placed the ornament on the tree she finished the event by saying, "I hope we have many, many more." We went to Church on Christmas Eve. Even though this church was a newer one, the lights. Breathless and panting, the open mouthed girl looked on as she saw him holding the cross before his sweating face, studying the image of Christ that was embossed on the front of the large item. Looking down again into her sweet face, he smiled a sexy smile as she felt the jolt of cold metal as he rubbed the holy Catholic symbol over her red-tipped, aching clit! Gasping and grimacing in the wonderful pain, she felt him grind the rough image of Jesus into her while his thick Muslim meat pounded. As she started on the blow job portion, Mom puckered her cheeks to excrete more saliva into her mouth which she then suspended her lips over the head of my cock and lit it drool out. The saliva flowed over the head of my cock and started dripping down the sides of my shaft. Mom did it again and more flowed and dripped and now the abundance of saliva was enough to pool between her fingers and my shaft as she gripped it.It crossed my mind Mom and Darla must have talked in detail which would. Now Raul licked her clean as she wrapped her legs around his waist and leaving a lot of hot, wet feeling around his crotch making him hard again. He entered her pussy, causing her to sigh. Raul used long slow strokes to bury himself much deeper in her cunt and pushing against her clitoris with his pubis. Soon she was meeting his strokes, creating a rhythm to take him as deep as possible while he nibbled on her nips. She cried with the pain and pleasure mixing in her pussy, busking her hips in a.