I could only picture sugar plums dancing in their heads. I went into the closet and brought out all the gifts and placed them under the tree. We finis...ed by filling all the stockings with all the standard stuff, new toothbrushes for everyone, an orange, an apple, candy and little wrapped gifts (stupid stuff all kids love from the local dollar store). When my wife and I sat back and enjoyed a nice hot chocolate we looked over the site before us beaming with pride. The over abundance of gifts and. Silence fell on the room, broken only by the dull crackle of a radio that hummed out Bob Dylan's "Dear Landlord... put a price on my soul." Sandy stifled an irresponsible giggle; it was almost funny in a desperate sort of way, but Chris' elbow in her ribs put a somber look back on her pixie face."So... what do we do about it?" Sandy pouted, sighed and tutted. "Okay," she said in a monotone voice, "... so I lied. Now what are you going to do about it? Have me locked up? Call my family? Good luck. Her hands felt so nice on my panties. I could feel myself getting very wet while she rubbed my underwear. “You’re pussy is so wet. I really want to taste you. Why don’t you lay back on the couch?” “Okay!” My stepmother stood up and she took off her nightgown. She was in pink panties and her breasts were full and her nipples were hard. She opened my legs and got between my legs. She sniffed at my panties and then took a taste with her tongue. She licked my pussy over my panties. She then. There she lay next to me in a pink night dress, the strap that normally sat on her right shoulder had sagged down to the middle of her upper arm.I put her hair on the side so that I saw her bare shoulder, I kissed it.I lowered the blanket a little, her beautiful full breasts came out in her thinner nightdress.her thick meaty nipples pierced through, not surprising because her nipples were hard and erected all the time.I can not resist rubbing her full tits and feel her hard nipples in my hand..