She stays with us every Christmas.”“Oh right. Well, excuse me for making a living. I forgot. It’s not like I didn’t have a few things on my mi...d tonight.”The volatile twosome were on the verge of argument. Debbie quickly analyzed the very unlike Santa moment they had just shared. She knew he was a gnarly motherfucker when overtired, so she felt bad for snapping. She was about to apologize when Nick turned away and yawned a dismissive goodnight.But something wasn’t right. How could he not. Ever since she had given birth to the kid, I had my eye on her because of those boobs. Sometimes she obliged me with a view of them while sweeping the floor (no chunni and bra… I wonder why?). I was happy with what I got… Just didn’t have the guts to do anything in spite of my raging desire to take her in the kitchen or the bathroom or wherever else I saw her. She shared the small house on the rear with her husband and brother-in-law. One fine day after her morning duties she came to me with a. But not dangerous," I said, "CPO Olsen suggests on Saturday we head straight across to Frankfort, the wind will be on the quarter. I am assuming he wants us to harbor jump. Stay within a mile or two of shore and gunk hole our way down."Olsen ahemed, "That's not what I said." He saluted, "Permission to come aboard."He wasn't saluting us ... the flag was on the fantail ... he was saluting that.Niels was kind of surprised. "I guess, come ahead on." Not exactly nautical but good enough.CPO Olsen. ....ahhhhhh!" His body quivered in pain and he was caught in between the need to pee and the need to stop the horrible pain. In just that moment of horrendous pain, he was covered in sweat. His fingers pushed at the tip of his cockhead so he could examine his pisshole. He could see the gash in his pisshole and cussed "Damn, Lisa, I knew you promised to bite it on our wedding night! But fuck, don't leave teeth marks!" Taking a shower, Brad examined his aching cock, saw the discoloration on his.