'Ho Ho Ho', this jocular old man in a red suit, sat at the head of our dinner table, his hand sometimes straying onto my thigh, with a gentle squeeze,...just inches from my crotch, yes that high on a girls bare leg, and I 'Ho, Ho, Hoed', with him, well at least until he did touch it, that's why I sat so close to him, after all, uncle Joe had always put his hand where he should not, and that's why I got some smashing presents.This year it was a shiny new Sony Digital Video cam, and I ached wanting. She begged him to stop but he just pounded her even harder untill her legs tighten up straight and her toes pointed . That would have given me a cramp for sure but Andrea just keep having orgasm after orgasm. Michael pulled his wet cock out of my drained wife's loose pussy and flipped her over. He ran his hands under her hips and lifted her ass up so he could line the fat head of his cock with Andrea's little brown hole. Just as he started pressing this cock in her asshole she half hearty said. Did you want her to see my dick?" Oh, you remembered that. I was hoping you had forgotten." She waited but when I didn't reply, she sighed. "Okay, well, like I said, we talk about everything. I've told her how you are in bed. I told her your cock was too big for me to get all the way into my mouth. So... yeah, I guess I did want to show you off, if the situation wasn't too crude. We were just a couple of voyeurs for a minute there. You weren't hard anyway."I thought about that. "What do you. "Well, I never thought that I would see you doing honest work."Tilting his derby back on his head and lowering his voice as if he was getting ready to reveal a secret, the young man's tone changed from being a friendly tone to a quiet confidential tone as he tried to sound truthful; knowing full well that the old man would probably kill him if he caught him lying again."Well, you're partially right. That's why I'm here. The Entertainer job only pays for part of my boat ticket - second-class.