Philippa had tied John tightly to the bedposts with the secure knots she’d learned to tie in Brownies. She lifted her big brown eyes and looked up a...ross the angled ridges of her husband’s taut abs and across his heaving chest. Philippa adored playing with her husband’s hard firm male body. She loved to bite it, lick it, suck it and tease it until her husband couldn’t take it anymore. When John was struggling to control himself like this she felt so happy. Philippa looked to where John’s arms. Around 2:00 AM, I felt Trisha cuddle up to me. I was sleeping with my back towards her, so she put her arm across my arm and her hand on my chest. I was stunned but interested in what she might do next, so I pretended to be asleep.After five minutes, she slowly slid her hand down to my stomach and cuddled closer. That’s when I ‘woke up’.“Trisha! What are you doing?”“I like to cuddle. And you’re so warm.”“What do you normally do at night without a man to cuddle with?”“I cuddle with Mom.”That was. When Rod was sure that she was ready, he pushed a few more inches inside of her, stopping when he could tell she was becoming uncomfortable. It was hard for him not to slam his meat all the way in with one stroke, in that just looking at the white little bitch riding his cock was enough to make a normal man blow right then and there! When he was about half way in, Rod pulled almost all the way out and slowly thrust back in, being careful not to go to far. With each stroke he went a little. When I turned around Helen was standing there.She didn’t see the gun but the Jim Beam was stillthere. She looked at me and said, “Would you like somecoffee, George?” She then took the Jim Beam, put it in the cupboard andstarted making coffee. God, it felt so could justhaving her here. She looked at me and said, “George, ifwe are going to enjoy the holidays, don’t we need alittle decorations?” as she smiled at me.I headed downstairs to get our little tree.