I licked my lips, wanting to suckle on one. Then Linda unsnapped her jeans, her zipper rasping down. Her sandy-blonde hair swayed about her face as sh... worked off her jeans. Her red panties appeared. Her thumbs hooked those and dragged them off all at the same time.She had a blonde bush dripping with juices. The sweet scent of her cunt filled my nose. I groaned at the scent. The girls who came into the use of the bathroom were all gasping, seeing this wicked sight unfolding before them.“Henry's. This time Sophie was of a mind to remember she was in a Dickensian novella."Are you the second Spirit whose visit was foretold?" I am indeed!" Your apparel is strange to me." Sophie felt bold enough to comment on the Spirit's appearance. The Spirit was about to announce that she was dressed as a Sexy Santa and had hired the costume from a fancy dress shop in Soho when she too remembered she was in a Dickensian novella and the classic image of Father Christmas had been invented some years later. Quickly fingers separated from her body as he squirmed beneath her for a moment, hands sinking below her ass to lift her only so high as he needed. And then the excruciating pleasure as he dropped her upon his full length, leaving Madi gasping. ‘Oh G-d, Dima, you feel so good.’ The words were breathy, and brought a smile to Dimitri’s face, he leaned in, kissing gently at her ear. ‘How good?’ He kissed her lips again then, pleased that the challenge had brought on one of his favorite responses,. "We sat there in silence for a while. Finally, Claude started talking again. "Martha and I wanted a son, so we could turn this place over to him when we passed on. We were blessed with Karen, but then Martha couldn't have any more children. It bothered us for a while, but about a month before she died, Martha told me we should be proud to turn this place over to Karen and you. She was right." Thank you, Claude. You couldn't have paid me a better compliment. I loved Martha, you know." I know.