‘I believe your next line was supposed to be ‘Bah humbug.” ‘Who, me?’ I asked, feigning indignation with my hand clutching my chest. ‘No. ... like Christmas just fine. I sent presents to everybody, and I have a couple under my little tree at home. I even decorated my house this year, sort of. But I’ll be by myself, so there’s no point in even attempting to botch a real Christmas dinner. Hamburger, noodles and some seasoning — even I can’t mess that up.’ It wasn’t entirely true, but it was close. His fingers bit into the firm flesh of her tits. His mouth came down on her, kissing her brutally."Rough!" he grunted. "What do you mean, rough? Don't you like getting raped, baby?" No, I don't!"But Shari couldn't deny that her pulse was racing a mile a minute. The way Dusty's brother attacked her nipples with his mouth made her wince and gasp with intense pleasure at the same time. It felt like he was trying to bite them off.But in the middle of his assault on her they both paused to watch. I frowned, and I almost asked her what she was up to when the next episode started. I paused it, glancing upstairs and wondered what was taking so long. I was excited to start the next episode. After a few minutes she came downstairs dressed in a simple, flowery sundress with thigh-high boots that came just to the hem of her skirt, leaving only an inch of pale thigh was exposed. “Well, I got to get going, hun,” she said and kissed me. She was wearing a flowery perfume that she must have just. She said in the sexiest fucking whisper ever, “shoot my face daddy!” And as she said that, my cock blasted her so hard that her head shot back! She was rubbing her pussy with one hand, and catching the cum dripping from her face in the other hand. She came again, and this time she moaned loud enough that Jessie started to stir from her sleep. I stepped carefully back, watching as she finished licking my creamy cum off her fingers. I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted it to.