I had already asked Stacy’s father for permission to marry her, being as old-fashioned as I am. As Stacy was opening presents, I was watching her, w...iting for the perfect time to propose. ‘Stacy,’ I said. I had put the ring inside her stocking. I made sure she didn’t see me doing this, so it had to be perfect. ‘You missed a present.’ ‘Where?’ she asked. I chuckled. She reminded me of myself, when I was five on Christmas Day, opening presents and eager for more. ‘It’s in your stocking.’ I said.. But he had wrestled his way through it all, pushing aside all notions that he should leave the church and work for Oxfam or Friends of the Earth instead. He had made himself believe that he could stand in front of the church-people, old and young, and focus on his mission to teach the Bible, not on Rhianna and Hailey's secret, wet places and his cock's recent labours there.And now, all the way through the prayers, the praise songs, the sermon that Pastor Simmons had prescribed for him to preach. My erection was pointed straight up as she straddled me and lowered her tear drop breasts into my face so that I could suck on them. Her pink nubs hardened in my mouth and I moved from left to right as she positioned her hips into the right place and lowered herself onto me.Her pussy was hot and wet and she did all the work for us both using her thighs to ride me, lifting herself up and the dropping back down, impaling herself on me. She put my hands on her at first, encouraging me to feel her. "I don't understand." I WANT A LOCK ON MY DOOR!" I scream at full voice.Dad comes running. "What's wrong?" I don't know," Mom says. She looks frightened."Did something happen?" Dad says to me.I collapse to the ground. Mom sits down and cradles me as I sob."Can you tell us?" Dad says softly."Lock," I mutter."Go get a lock for her door, Charles," Mom says. "I'll let you know what she says." Okay. Alright." Dad goes."Tell mama what happened." She strokes my head."Lock." Daddy's getting a lock."It.