There was a note on the small table by the door, it reads…”Go to the workshop.”Going out back, I enter my workshop and there before me are woode... toys that my wife and I made every year for those children who would not receive any gifts at Christmas. The only thing, there were no wooden toys made the last three years.I closed the door and walked to church, wishing everyone I saw a Merry Christmas. When the service ended, I went to dip my fingers in the holy water on the way out and accidentally. "Shut the fuck up bitch, why you complaining? I can tell you want it." He said. He spread it open and did something totally unexpected. He started eating my ass. At first all I wanted was to continue protesting but when I was feeling that tongue work it's rhythm on my hole, it felt surprisingly nice. I couldn't help it. My dick was rock hard and I scratched the couch and bit my lip as experienced this brand new experience. Sasha was never freaky enough to try something like this, hell we didn't. Katie was dressed in black hold-ups with matching bra and panties. Her soft mounds of cleavage were just too good to ignore and I slipped one finger between her warm boobage as I planted a kiss on her lips. I felt something melt in my middle and a similarly yearning sensation between my legs as we kissed. I drummed my fingers against her sexy midriff as I surveyed her fantastic body. She looked so incredibly hot in her lingerie and I just wanted to unwrap her slowly.My hands traced a route up. " You've gotten me very close, son. A couple of minutes more of what you were doing and you're going to make me come," Molly said. John said nothing but Molly felt his tongue renew its loving assault on her. With a sigh, she abandoned herself to the pleasure, her fingers playing with John's hair as he gave loving attention to her. Molly felt the excitement building in her again and closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations John was building in her. Whether he'd ever read anything about.