You can forget about your life as John Spalding; you're the only one who remembers it. Everyone else just remembers June, and with the memories I've ...lanted into your head, even you may not remember much anymore. I figured that your new life as June would be easier if you got to experience some of the special moments of that life first-hand. Many of them happened around Christmastime, so Mrs. Claus and I agreed to give one Christmas present a little early! Enjoy yourself, and meeery. ” He walks towards her, pulls her close and shares a prolonged kiss with this beautiful woman he adores. “I’m also thinking about having my office in that small room downstairs.”“I think that’s a better idea, MK. You don’t want to have to invade a guest’s space when you’re feeling the urge to write.”“You’re suggesting I save the upstairs for urges other than literary ones.”“I’m suggesting you might not want to mix the two except when it comes to writing stories about urges.”“Such a wise woman,. She put one hand down between us and whispered, "You feel big and hard, is what you feel like," as she gripped my dick under the covers."Want me to get you off before we go have breakfast?" she asked.I nodded and she pulled the covers back and gazed at my dick standing up in the air."Hand me the lotion," she asked and soon she was working her fist up and down on me to make the cum spurt once again from my cock.She put on her nighty and panties and I pulled on some sweatpants and we went down. As we kissed I started to undo the buttons on my shirt and felt one of her hands start to caress my chest. Her fingers tweaked at my nipples, as her mouth moved away from mine and started to kiss my neck. I knew what she was doing, and just enjoyed the sensation she was giving me. Her mouth slid down to my shoulder, biting and kissing me with each with each move.Her mouth traced its way to my chest, kissing and licking my nipples, even biting them gently. She knew how to get me worked up and I.