And she imagined what it was like in his world, how he would use his hands a lot when he talked and frown when she was annoying him, rather than just ...aying "Shut the fuck up!" like most men. And how she would tease him and tantalise him. Shaking her head desperately, she tried hard not to think about what would happen next, but failed miserably........ ---------------------------He lifts his eyes to see her turn back towards him, the hem of her negligee lifted an inch or two above the. I thought the asshole part was totally gross. So I began to wonder about these things he said as I franticly rubbed my sweet little pussy every night. One night as Uncle Jim slept, I crawled into his bed and waited for him to turn onto his back. He never did, so I tried every night until one night he was on his back. I pulled up his cover and grabbed his cock. I was determined to suck on it. I was so horny to do it. I started licking it and Jim began to move. So I engulfed as much as I could. Usually I took precautions to prevent cumming on my clothes or on the bed or other furniture but I was so aroused I forgot all about being careful. I wiped myself off as well as I could and took the shirt into the bathroom and rinsed it off. Later, mom asked why there was a wet shirt in the bathroom. Without difficulty I told her that I had spilled some soda down the front of it. She thanked me for being responsible enough to take care of my mess. My mom had always had trouble with her ankles. She always said it was the joy of it all: gifts, decorations, lights, holiday cheer, family, friends, and the general atmosphere of such a special time of year. She especially loved the snow. Ah yes, twas always the snow that made Christmas complete. She loved nothing more than waking up early Christmas morning, looking out the window and seeing a flurry of white covering the ground in its entirety. It was a sight that would always make her smile and feel warm inside. And whenever she would.