She wakes up in a fucking good mood too. Jill was sitting on my cock, facing my feet, her knees on either side of my hips. She’s got my cock as deep...as her little pussy will allow and she’s fucking me like she’s in a sports competition of some sort.“Turn around and fuck me, Jill,” I told her, as I tapped her on her sexy little ass.With her pussy still full of my cock, she took her heels and turned around to face me. She flipped her long blond hair back over behind her once more and I felt it. Dreading the answer, I said gingerly,"Ok, that'll be fine, what time will that be Mr Patel?" Oh it will be exactly half past thirty minutes after six of the clock" he beamed at me, showing half the gold in England in his smile.Behind me mum giggled as I fought against the tears rising,"Half past six?" Yes" In the morning?" Yes" he said and looked at me in pity, "He sells newspapers too and has to be there early isn't it?" Is it? I mean does he?" Oh dear, oh dear Tommy, I am thinking that you. ’ I scratched my head, and mumbled ‘Okay, but I’ll pretend for his sake, but I still don’t believe in the magic of Christmas. It was probably daddy, with a guilty conscious.’ Mom just laughed and said, ‘Who know, I’ve seen stranger miracles happen. As for your dad, that would be a stretch.’ We both hugged each other and mom whispered, ‘Let’s go back to bed before we awaken Bryan. Amanda, I want you to try and look surprised in the morning okay?’ We both snuck back toward our bedrooms, on the. She disappeared into the kitchen and came back a minute later with a hand whisk, the alcohol had mostly worn off and I felt quite sober. She knelt down on the floor beside me and lay the whisk on my tummy, she stroked my hair once again, leaned towards me and kissed my lips - I could feel her heavy breasts press onto me and a flush of excitement ran through me. 'Trust me and don't stop me, OK? This is something I've wanted to do for such a long time.' I nodded and she picked up the whisk, she.