The kids of course would be able to open some presents on Christmas Day, but the major gift giving would take place when I got home.I was resigned to ...ating my Christmas dinner at the Village Inn and spending a day in front of the TV watching one Christmas special after another when I got a phone call from my boss. The truck carrying the material we needed for the next four days work had slid off I-80 and had overturned. It would be three days before they could get another truck, transfer the. She freezes; not knowing whether to scream or fight. "How many are there?" She can't analyze the situation that quick.If she screams, he runs.She doesn't.He cups a hand against her ear: "If you don't cooperate my friend is outside. He would like very much to do something with your daughter. If you do, I won't let him in." She doesn't move; doesn't do anything; can't tell what's true.She starts moving her hands; tracing his hair; his nose; his lips and ears. "Are you good looking?" she whispers.. When Jason pulled out the final item, he gave a low whistle of surprise. His aunt had chosen a rather intimidating anal toy. It was like a single piece dildo, but instead of a smooth shaft it had a series of round balls moulded onto it. On the box it said ‘motorised anal beads’. He would never have thought to use something like that on his own. And she had even bought a bottle of lube to go with it.“Interesting choice.” He said to his aunt, keeping his voice even.She gave him a noncommittal. Making love with him is every time is a new adventure, a new experience, a new pleasure, a new discovery of my inner self, a new tight sweet link between us, a new overflowing wave of passion, of love. It is a pleasure to make love with him at any time, in any places and in any positions and always with the same ardor, with the same desire to melt, to crash into each other, closer, tighter, deeper, again and again and again… Hmmm… How I love him. I love him! I do love him so much, so.