Xan, however, struggled up to her chair to watch me putter in the kitchen and talk in the morning. I’d made up all the cinnamon rolls the day before...and they were ready to pop in the oven. Xan ‘helped’ me make the frosting. Mostly by licking the spatula. I gave her hot chocolate while I drank coffee and sang “It’s the hap-happiest time of the year.”While the first batch of rolls was in the oven, I picked Xan up to take her to the big chair. First, though, she wanted to look at the stockings. We. .. I just need you to, er, relieve the pressure." Ahhh."Alex led his father over to the sofa, and sat on the edge of the cushion,with his father standing before him."I think you have to tell me exactly what you want Daddy." he said."Unfasten my trousers." His father instructed. Alex reached up, undidthe belt, and the button an the waistband, and slowly unzipped the fly.The trousers fell down around his father's ankles, revealing a bulgingpair of boxer shorts."Now pull down my shorts." His son. Barbara Cottins to her homeroom and stepped inside. Her hands trembled not from age, but excitement as she hastily locked the door behind them. She fell on the boy with a deliberate rush, nearly crushing the boy with her desperation."Thank heavens you returned to me!" I'm sorry, I guess I was not thinking right." Was the only excuse Eric could think of."Oh, yes, you were so thoughtless. I should punish you severely. You hurt me far more than I could ever pain such a dear child as yourself.". That set her off.She shuddered as she flooded my face with her nectar. I gulped down as much of it as I could. Her body thrashed and her legs locked in place. When she regained control of herself, she climbed off me. “That was awesome, Anurag. Let’s make love now. I want you inside me.”“Oh sure, Hina, I would love that.”“Then do it,” she lay on her back and spread her legs. I positioned myself between them. “Being inside would be wonderful.”“I know,” she grinned. “And you seem to want to.”I.