Dorothy was a little bigger. Angelawas actually a little smaller." Did they ever beat you up?" No!" I said proudly. "Angela kept saying she was goin... to spank me.But I'd have liked to see her try!" Was she scared of you then? That why she didn't?" No. Her mummy threatened to whack her if she touched me." But wouldn't that have shown that her daughter was tougher than you?" Only if she could have beat me," I argued."So? Why wouldn't she let her?" Said she wasn't to beat up on girls," I. I had a great time buying gifts for Flo that year. I bought her albums she had wanted, clothes, some ski equipment and I even bought her some sexy lingerie. About a week before Christmas I saw an antique cookie tin from the late 1800s. I bought it for Flo with the idea that she would use it to decorate the house. When I got home with the tin the idea struck me to give it to her full of gift envelopes. I got my 3x5 cards again and started writing gift cards. This time it was easier to come up. Right around 6 pm or so, Sandra mounted me and began riding me for several strokes. My dick was back to its old tricks again, now that I had eaten and rest a little. Before I knew it, Sandra was wildly engaged in bouncing on my cock so hard that I feared at times it might break. She might have worried the same thing, had her conscious self been in control of her actions. Instead, my petite Assyrian princess was as obsessed with riding me as was the buxom one.Speaking of Ninve, her pussy was now. I kissed her and did some kinky things, and she opened her eyes a bit.Me: Good morning, sleepyhead!Sonal: What time is it? Let’s sleep a bit more. Me: I would, but the coffee would go cold.She got up slowly and held the blanket. I handed her the coffee and sat beside her.Me: Let’s get some fresh air. We can grab some lunch on the way back.Sonal: Ok. Let me put some clothes on.Me: Well, I don’t mind you coming as you are.Sonal: Yes, you’d like that! Badmash!She went to the.