There was a beautiful Persian rug underneath the dining area that adjoined the shiny stainless steel kitchen, and a deep blue, shag rug beneath the fu...niture that was grouped around the fireplace. It was a peninsula of a room, in fact; the windows on three sides looked out on the snow, with only one door near the kitchen that appeared to connect the room to some other part of the house."Who am I? Mrs. Claus, of course. But you can call me Rachel." What the fuck is going on?" I demanded. I tried. We liked the super thin condoms so much that we not only used three of them that day, we vowed to buy more. Alice's promise of a quickie turned into the hottest suck and fuck session we had had so far. We talked seriously and we laughed frivolously. Alice even cried and I became the mature one, holding her and telling her things would be okay.She said that when her divorce became final, she knew her marriage had ended, and that she felt like failure. Not only was she now living in her parents'. I was going to have a serious orgasm soon, I could feel it. This whole experience, with his huge cock still shooting his sperm deep into me, his knot swollen up so nothing could come out of our joined bodies, his sucking on my nipples and tasting my milk, was sending me over the edge. I could feel my breast start to empty. He had sucked me dry. Just as he finished and let go of my nipple and started to back off me. His huge knot pressed into my G-spot. I was close already but that did it. I. ‘Good… now ask me to take your bra and blouse off for you and make your nipples hard. You are starting to feel very horny’ As Jane complied with his command, Peterson walked over to her and removed her blouse. His hands trembled slightly as he fumbled with the hooks of her bra finally loosing it and letting it fall to the ground. As Jane turned towards him he saw the lust in her eyes as he realized that she was experiencing the rise in sexual excitement that he had demanded. Peterson looked.