The house didn't have a chimney, and the family hadn't had enough time to set up the full Christmas tree. They'd just gotten there at dinner time. The...e was a small artificial tree – white with tinsel all over it – on the kitchen table. So Santa was just going to have to leave his bags on the front porch. Mom said that's what he did when families were at a different house at Christmas. They had a chimney in their real home in Atlanta, but there was no chimney here.Andy and Simone Camerota had. “Yes, she’s pregnant to me, too. Lisa’s having twins, actually,” I informed her, making her cream herself in response.“Oh ... fuck ... I’m gonna be a grandma ... and a mommy at once!” Annette squirted on me, making her drenched pussy even wetter, coating my prick liberally with her fluids.I erupted inside her slick twat as I fondled her bottom and watched Erin lick away at her crack. Annette came yet again and limped to her feet, turning around to put her hands on my face and kiss me hard on. Her brother bent over her, kissing her forehead to drive all thoughts away and let her finally rest.She shook the thoughts off, desperately pushing them away. Her father was dead. He was dead and it was her fault. She’d chosen.“You are my high priestess.”She pushed that thought away, too. Now was not the time. She needed to grieve. She needed some penance for what she’d done. She needed some penance for the man lying dead in front of her.“There is no penance, child. Death lost this day, but it. He’d allowed Iris to pick out his clothes for this special occasion, and now he wasn’t sure if he should have just worn his torn and burned kilt instead. Taking a breath, he followed after her. She was only twenty yards ahead of him, and seemed to be taking in the sights around her. She was smiling, and humming to herself, he could hear. After a few minutes, she stopped suddenly, looking to her right and her left. She seemed to debate which way she should go, and finally decided on the right,.