..very ni-nice...Miss Von Awen...er,Van Owen..."Hilary grinned as she grabbed the flustered teacher by the shoulders andbacktracked him into his Livin... Room, which looked immaculately clean."I can't help this, Skippy dear. Sometimes, I just get this ravenousurge...an itch that needs to be scratched...could you help your AuntieVan Owen with it? Hmmm?" Auntie??" Philip's eyes went wide with disbelief. "You-you're not myAunt! Yyyyyou're someone I just met at a Teacher Conference, for...forPete's. Reaching through my legs, I felt his testicles fill the palm of my hand and I was able to work my fingers around the base of his tool and guide him into my love nest. Slowly I felt the head of his cock part my lips and my fingers stopped and felt him slide through. I was burning up inside and when I felt his throbbing beast glide through me, my legs began to shake. He buried is cock as deep as it would go and I felt his balls against my undercarriage. I took a deep breath and squeezed him. Wo bhi mere paas baith gayi aur hum baate karne lage. Mene dheere se uske hat pakad kar mere taraf khinch liya wo mere chest par giri aur waise hi padi rahi. (shayad wo bhi chudne ke liye tayar thi) phir maine dheere dheere usko sahalaya aur phir kiss kiya to wo boli “kya kar rahe ho” maine bolo “are shahad (hony) pi raha hu” to wo hus padi. Phir meri himmat badhi aur mai jor se use dobara kiss kiya aur uske boobs daba diye. Wo boli mat karo ye accha nahi hai. Mai bola are kuch nahi hota sab. ‘Tell Santa, just this once. Got it?’ You chuckle, your laugh rumbling in your chest. ‘You got it, baby.’ I kiss your neck softly, wrapping my arms around you. ‘Hey Daddy? Since Santa is already on his way…’ I gently bite your shoulder. I hear your breath catch and try not to grin. ‘Yes, Kitten?’ ‘Since he’s already on his way… Isn’t it too late to get on the naughty list for the rest of the year?’ I ask, sliding my warm, small hand down your chest and tummy, grazing my nails over the skin,.