"Jill and I sat on the plush couch in front of the fireplace and began to reminisce about past Christmases and past family joys. Not surprisingly, we ...oth shied away from any mention of my Uncle Jack's death. We talked for what seemed like hours, and I drank what seemed like a gallon of that warm, spicy punch. The drink combined with the mellow Christmas music on the stereo made me drowsy, and I uttered an inadvertent yawn now and then. On seeing one too many yawns, Jill asked if I'd like to. She was having the pleasure of a lifetime. I kept fucking her hard…Hard enough…She made me stop for some time…We changed position…She wanted to be fucked doggy style… She was on the bed in the same position I climbed on her and fucked… My cock was not resting it was still hard and loaded…I was exhausted but she was not.She said now she will do the work…She pushed me on the couch and pounded my cock…I licked her nipples…Kept licking them, biting them… Pressed her boobs…She was moaning in. She leant across and kissed me, she took the photo of my mother and put it back in the draw and closed it, took the key and slid it into the pocket of my jacket. She sat on the edge of the desk, her mini skirt rolled up revealing her small black thong, it was riding up in to her cunt making a cute little camel toe.She leant forward with her hands on my thighs, her arms pushing her tits out of her tight white shirt. She pushed her fore head against and tilted her head to kiss me, her lips were. He fucked her hard from behind for several minutes as Susan could only take so much. She no longer could hold onto her ankles as Derrick pounded her so hard from behind as she once again cried out into another very intense orgasm. He then had Susan get onto all fours on the center of the bed. He slipped a couple of pillows underneath each of her hips and pushed her body down over top of them. He then held her tightly down as her face and tits were now smashed into the sheets as she felt his.