"No way." Eddie said, pausing by my doorway. "Then I'd have to share you." We giggled as we made our not so silent way down the hall. "Damn it's dark....No moon tonight." Eddie whispered, searching for the first step.Completely nude we felt our way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I turned on the stove light."Better?" Damn. It seems like a spot light now." Eddie pulled me close. "And now I like what I see." Eddie kissed me, and his hands pulled me close by my ass."You keep that up we won't. The intruder starts rubbing his throbbing cock over my firmly closed mouth. 'Open your mouth up, faggot. Or do you want me to hurt you?' As soon as I opened my mouth, his gloved hands grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock deep down my throat. I immediately start choking and gagging. I feel his hard cock getting bigger inside of me. My eyes are now watering and the intruder is edging backwards and forwards and fucking my throat like it was pussy. 'That's a good faggot, are you. The bodice top pushes her beautiful 34C tits up and together making for an incredible cleavage show. She wears the outfit with nude hose and racy 4-inch bright red stilettos, and tops it all off with a red Santa hat. Each Christmas she pulls out the costume as she decorates the house (after the k**s have gone to bed) and we role-play; me as Santa and her as Mrs. Clause. As the excitement of the season, and ALL that meant started to sink in I gradually moved past my frustration and even anger. There was no announcement, and nothing in the papers about an arrest or anything. I think he was transferred to another parish, the way he was transferred to Annunciation. Now I know why he never stays any more than a couple months in one place.Mom never mentions his name or says anything about what happened. Mr. Szywicki and another cop came to our house the night after we got caught, and they spent a long time in the living room with her while I hid upstairs, and that was it. Mom didn’t ask.