Between my and Amy's cum, there wasn't much of George's torso that was dry. As Amy gathered her wits, her tongue returned to my mouth, and I doubled m... efforts to get the boys off as a hurricane gradually built in my nether regions. I knew that once it hit, I'd be done for a while, so I wanted them to cum first. "Okay, boys," I pleaded through half-covered lips, "It's time."I sped up and worked my muscles as they both began to pant and groan. They were both rising up to meet and pound my. "Ilove the way I feel, the way I make you feel, and the way I'mchanging. You forget, I know what a man feels when he sees a beautifulwoman, and I'm going to enjoy being that powerful!" Oh, I'm doomed," cried John."Yea, doomed alright," teased Pat. "You will be stranded in paradisewith the woman of your dreams who will want to make love to you dayand night. That sounds pretty rough to me." I can't take it any more, let's get you to bed," said John.They tumbled into bed and quickly fell asleep. There must have been something in the air that morning to make me so horny. After last night with Cal, I thought it would take me at least a week before I felt like that again. Pierre’s thick cock was swollen as he massaged my breasts. I didn’t hesitate this morning as I did last night when Cal and I were getting a massage together. I felt much more brazen this morning and reach out and grasped his throbbing tool. I was still wet and needed more, fast. I reached into Pierre’s trunks and wrapped. I felt a lump in my throat. Whether it was fear of being caught by her mother, or the joy of hearing her speak her first words to me, I couldn't be sure.By eight o'clock, Sandy still hadn't shown up on my front-doorstep with a shotgun. I guess she was going to wait until after Christmas to eviscerate me over meddling where I didn't belong.I didn't care. I felt good, the best I'd felt in two weeks, thinking about that little girl celebrating a real Christmas. Kids should have Christmas.I had.