”Andrew waxed philosophical and replied, “Everything you do in life is a trade off. Some times those trades are easy, like making time for family....ometimes they are hard, like dealing with the commercialism of the season.”Megan and Andrew went out with a group of Caitlyn’s friends and sang Christmas Carols door to door in different housing developments on two different nights.Megan sang so loud she was hoarse after the second day.Christmas Eve was a night for family.All of Bart and Denise’s. ” I said, “If you’d like, I could help you with that.” I offered nicely and gave him a lick of the lips.He didn’t say anything and he didn’t move, so to show him I was serious, I slowly stripped off my shirt and trousers, revealing my naked body to him.Still he did nothing, so I crept towards him, carefully, knowing this gargantuan man could snap my spindly frame in half like a twig if I moved wrong, then sat between his sturdy legs. I looked him in the eye as I slowly reached out and took hold. Then all the sudden you thrust forward slamming your length into my warm wet sheath. I cum instantly. I cry out as a short but intense orgasm shakes my entire body. My vaginal muscles begin to contract spasmodically, making me all the more aware of your dick buried deep inside me. You remain unmoving still inside me, still hard, until I slump forward to rest my forehead on the car.You grab my hips and begin fucking me slowly and steadily. As I recover, I rock back to meet each thrust, your nuts. But my sitter was not Martha Jane. In fact, I had two different sitters at first. The first must not have been very interesting, as I have absolutely no recollection of who they were or how they looked. The identity of the second sitter is also a blank, but I recall that I spent the evening not at home but in the sitter's apartment, across the driveway and at a slight angle from my own building. Through their back kitchen window that night I could see the back door that led to my own apartment..