As with the first, my inspiration for nicknames has for some reason or another vanished, and as he already said he really didn’t want to be called �...�cutting-in’ (suggested for a couple of reasons… all of which clever I thought) I needed to go back to the ‘sex-inspired’ drawing board. I kind of had the feeling that I should try and incorporate an element from the film ‘indecent proposal’ but was buggered (not literally) if I could remember any of the characters names! Well in true ‘google. Eric was too busy playing Santa to notice. We had gathered in the living room, still in our pajamas, to open presents. I’ve always loved giving gifts. Picking out the perfect present for someone and watching them open it has always given me so much joy. However, this year was different. Even seeing the happiness on Eric’s parents faces when they unwrapped the gifts I had so carefully picked out, didn’t ease my guilt. After the presents we all milled about, killing time until Christmas dinner. "It's okay, Mira," he said soothingly. "Just get your backpack and we'll leave. You don't need to be here anymore."I calmed a little and got my backpack.I don't remember leaving the house or the ride back to Lisa's house. I was just suddenly sitting at their kitchen table, looking at my breakfast. Looking to my left, I saw my backpack on the floor by the front door."What happened," I asked."You blanked out," Mr. Walker said, handing me a piece of toast. "You were able to walk, but it was like. I had my shirt off in no time , admiring the way her long hair draped over her chest as she pulled my pants down. When my cock popped out and hit her face she just looked up and smiled again .She then gave it a quick kiss as I stepped out of my pants “be gentle” she said “it has been a while”. She gave my cock a few strokes while I moved her hair back away from her breasts . “So beautiful, “ I said, running my hand over her nipples as they began to grow.When my hands moved to her shoulders.