" Chris lowered his voice considerably, and I had to strain to make out what he was saying."The first time we had sex, she told me to fuck her in the ...ss, and let me cum in it. She has me rimming her and everything."I was not familiar with the word 'rimming' and was making a mental note to look it up, when I was given a clear indication of what it might mean by Steve."Doesn't it taste of shit when you do that though?" Do you think I would be doing it if it did?" Chris answered. "Anyway, she. .. fuck me hard baby ... fuck me hard," she implored.I increased my stroke and gripped her hips as I drove into her. "How we doin' ... is this what you want?" I gasped as I continued my driving plunges. This was hard work but worth every bead of sweat."Yeah ... that's it ... more ... gimme more ... keep it comin' baby ... I'm comin' soon ... I'm comin' soon ... ahhhh yaaaahhh ... drive it baby ... drive it all the way home." She was breathing hard and gasping out her words as well. "I'm almost. .." No buts, Eric." She grabbed me again, trying to guide me into her.She probably would have made it, but just then the bathroom door crashed open, startling me, the guy at the door stumbling inside. "No, no, no," she said, but it was too late. I was already off, cumming into Marissa's hand. Like lightning she dropped to her knees, trying to get it in her mouth. The guy at the door groaned, then said, "Eric?" Ward?!" "Eddie?" Marissa was startled long enough that she got some of my cum on her. You won’t relax. So the men who can’t leave until Christmas Eve will escort you early on Saturday and drive you up here from the airport to get you here by early afternoon. OK?”“Far be it from me to interfere with your plans,” Claire said laughing. “I’ll do as I’m told.”The Pollards had arrived on Friday and on Saturday morning, and the Klinsman contingent were also in place by Saturday, the children all being involved with decorating the tree and the rest of the house, and so when Claire.