I listened as my sister eventually went downstairs, leaving me to masturbate and linger over those fleeting glimpses of breast, nipple, pubic hair, an... inexplicably, clitoris.This scene was repeated on a number of occasions and eventually, it got to the ridiculous point of me impatiently asking if she was going to take a bath! One day, after the bath routine, I was the one who decided to go downstairs as my sister had remained upstairs. She lay on our parent's bed facing the door, arms. " Nope. I'm closed Christmas Day," George said. "See you the day after."George turned around and found the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you'd left?" I've been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why is that?" Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Putting up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Baking cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by. There is a head with gray and black, salt and pepper hair between my thighs. I can feel a tongue sliding up and down my slit. I try to pretend I am still asleep but a moan escapes from my throat.The tongue stopps licking my pussy. The head makes its way to mine. William whispers, “I thought that might wake you up.”I pull his face to mine and kiss him. He grabbs his turgid cock and aims it for my snatch. He slamms into me hard, again and again and again. I am shocked by the ferocity of his body. Breckinridge. Business was good, too good. Jenny was having trouble scheduling all of her clients. It seemed every week, and a new client was referred to her. The Asians she was servicing numbered eight men and two women. Along with her regular faculty, town officials, and then the occasional one-night Johnny, she was starting to yawn a lot during the day and looked fatigued and seemed irritable from lack of sleep.I sat her down one afternoon when she finally woke up from the previous night’s.