I walk through the stores and see the decorations and they take me back to a time when my home was full of joy. Every Christmas Eve was the same. Ther... would be a scent of spice in the air when I came home from work. I would be greeted at the door by my adorable daughters running up to hug me. Going into the kitchen to find my wife wearing an elf hat and an apron while she made cookies for the children to leave out for Santa was my favorite memory of her and it would be the memory my mind. ’ ‘And you are going to miss William, aren’t you dear?’ Tracy nodded, then said, ‘I know I have only known him a shorttime, but…yes, I am going to miss him.’ ‘Well this is wonderful dear, to miss someone and to be missed.’ ‘Yes, it is.’ Tracy was quiet for a few minutes before going on. ‘I did bring up his family again, but he avoided talking about his parents. He does talk about his sister a great deal. Oh, and I had a chance to ask about his finances. Indirectly of course.’ Beverly. Tiffany waists no time in peeling her sweater up and off her body – exposing a belly that is narrow and slim without being flat, and a big pair of boobs that is trying fairly hard to escape from an impressively strong looking white bra.She twists to the side and unzips her skirt, bending to push it down over her hips and thighs, wriggling a little to help it off. White g-string panties just about cover her pussy, the string disappearing up the crack of her mummy-arse... She pauses, her hands. I wanted to be touched, dammit, I wanted to be fucked. This was all going wrong“Would you like that?” I murmured as a stroked along his shaft.“Yes, I’d love it” “Touch me”, I whispered, “touch me wherever you want to”He looked at me “Rachel!” His hand slowly slid into the top of my gown and came to rest on my breast. His eyes never left the TV but his hand slowly groped around finding the nipple and flicking over it with his thumb. I took my hand away from his cock and heard him sigh, “no, no.