“Every year we would have the annual Christmas tree fight. She would want me to rearrange all the furniture in the house to put the tree in front of...the window. Keep in mind there wasn’t a soul who could see our house from the road. Ask Suzy, she’ll tell you.“And every year I’d tell her it was the last time I was moving that darned couch clear across the room to accommodate a Christmas tree. But every year, sure as heck, I’d be trotting that heavy sleeper sofa across the floor in mid December. "Yeah?" I asked back "Do you want to? Do you want to cum on my teen cock?" Yes! Yes! Make it happen! Make it happen!" she groaned back.So I carried on pounding into her, and her pussy got wetter and wetter, as her moans got louder and louder, and I glanced over at Steve who was pounding into my grandmother, and she was doing the same, and I knew we were all going to cum very soon, and it was going to be fantastic!For another minute or so, I carried on fucking that hot chubby grandmother, with. Then it got silent. We looked at each other, and I asked "Are we picking up where we left off?" Doris remained silent for a bit, as though she was thinking about what to say. She then said, "Well, you're apparently a bit horny, and so am I. It's not like this is new to us, after all!"That's all I needed, and began to make some suggestive comments - expanding on my earlier comments about her skin, shoulders and straps. She quickly said, as she hooked her thumbs under her straps "Do you mean. It was past midnight and I was tired. My friend and I had come to the bar out of sheer curiosity. To dance. To drink cool new drinks. To see all the fun people.But then she was whisked away by some dressed-to-kill vampire, and it had been too hard to follow her. The music was too loud and the lights were too shiny and bright, and there were too many people. I had a headache and I wanted to go home.I remember I closed my eyes to shut out the strobing lights and leaned my head back, my hand.