The idea of Christmas and Boxing Day with Clare seemed like heaven. Even my landlady was pleased. She would have made Christmas Dinner for me with her...family but I would have been an embarrassment. Now she could have her family to herself. She kissed me and pushed something into my pocket ‘For Christmas’. I had left a present for her under her Christmas tree. I left happily. I walked through the well lit streets ignoring the light drizzle. My happiness lasted until I got to Plymouth’s North. I slide two fingers inside your vagina, you are so wet that they go right in without any problem. Your tongue pushes into my mouth, showing me what you want my finger to do to you down below, fluttering against my lips, teasing, thrusting. I move my fingers around inside you, scissoring them to feel the sides of your vagina, then curling them upwards. I start to move them in and out, your juices making a squishing noise as the pressure forces them out and over the worktop, forming a little. I know your dreams for Cindy included marriage, but we are part of something bigger than just the two of us. We want to create a legal plural domestic partnership. Soon. I speak for everyone in our pod—Beca, Rachel, Emily, Joan, Desiree, Brittany, Nanette, Sophie, Donna, Olivia, and Remas—when I ask for Cindy’s hand. We love Cindy and we want to unify our pod as soon as possible to tell the world that we are together and intend to stay together. Please. I know what a treasure I hold in my. Your fingers are hard at work in my tunnel when I feel you thrust your thumb into my tiny puckered ass hole. My body bucks up from the rush i feel. aaaaaaaaa..... I moan. My breathing becomes erratic. You are like a madman and I am under your power. Please...fuck...me....I beg. You grab a pillow and have me turn over onto it so you can fuck me from behind. You spread my cheeks and see that the crevice is wet from the tongue bath and my sweet honey. You dip your swollen cock in the flowing.