This simple focus will allow you to write the best song ever for Ms. Canella and little JM. Ms. Canella will cherish this gift and make sure your chil... lives by your wonderful words. Take care and have a wonderful White Christmas.”I just chuckled at Pink-Alpha’s last words as a small snow flurry kicked up as I headed north out of London on Highbury. With a laugh, I began to sing in my best low baritone, Bing Crosby like voice:“I’m NOT dreaming of a white Christmas.Just like the ones I used to. He started by kissing my pussy lips and slowly licking them then parting them and moving on to my swollen clit. I gasped as I felt him repeatedly flick his tongue over my clit. I moaned for him, arched my back and held his head between my legs. I bit my bottom lip to stifle the cries of pleasure. His hands slid up over my tits pulling on my nipples and then into my hair. I closed my eyes and cursed him out loud for making me feel so damn horny. I reached down and felt for his cock. It was big,. Mmmmmmm.He projected his thoughts into her head to help lift her arousal yet higher."Would you like to feel my lips and tongue on your breasts, Megan? Would you like me to lick and suck your little nipples until they grow hard and you can feel the tingling between your legs?"Megan accepted his voice in her head as part of her near dream state."Uhuh," she moaned, "please Eoric, lick my little titties, they feel so sore and need your tongue on them. Please Eoric, lick me." If you want me to. The twinkle in her eyes told me I wasn't in any trouble."Uhh, yeah. Thanks mom. That was great!" Without thinking, I added. "I wish there were something I could do for you in return." No, hunny. That would be wrong. I only do this to help you out. Besides, you already paid me with that wonderful date, yesterday!" Her smile brightened, and I couldn't help but catch it at the memory of our 'date'.Mom dried me off, and when she was done drying my hair, I surprised her with a quick peck on the.