He snatched up the fallen blanket and tugged it back over the sleeping Julia. It was time to stoke up the fire or go upstairs to bed. He decided to st...ke up the fire. Oh but he was stiff from the floor. Stifling a grunt, he got to his feet and gathered two more logs for the fire. In seconds, the fire was flaring up and had come back to life with a vengeance. He turned and rubbed his ass, trying to warm it.It was officially Christmas Day now, even if it was long before dawn. He should let her. Typically, these seasons would have a lot of foreplay and when her girlfriend was around it was double the fun but this time, we were alone. I was told by her what she wanted done suck on her nipples, lick her ass and of course lick her pussy till she had at least one orgasm. She had her orgasm and patted the top of my head while I was still enthralled in licking her wet pussy that’s my good little bitch you take care of mamma just the way she likes if but now I need to fuck your tight little. The beach, which wasn't technically part of her property, was enclosed by sheer horseshoe-shaped cliffs, some twenty or thirty feet high, which prevented it being reached by any means other than the sea or a flight of wooden stairs that were accessed from her garden. These stairs had been there some years, and apart from the occasional battering from high seas and constantly being exposed to the elements, they were reasonable sound. The former owner of the cottage: a lady in her seventies when. In the middle of the room is a metal fold up chair with a towel over it. Carl looks at her with a quizzical look. Jill whispers, "Its OK. Just sit down and relax." Carl does as he is told. He looks at her and says, "Hey what about your oral pleasure?" She just smiles and places her finger over his mouth to quiet him. She pulls Carl down in the chair a little and straddles his legs. He looks in her eyes and smiles. She rubs her already wet pussy on his cock and he instantly gets harder. She can.