It was the slowness and the firmness of those strokes that changed this feeling from nervous apprehension to sublime craving. She wanted him inside...her now. Those firm and purposeful strokes were driving her wild, and she found herself welcoming his presence within her as if he were a benevolent invading general. She was both frightened but excited by the experience. As she became used to his shaft inside her bottom she found herself wondering what else he had in store for her. . She giggled again and turned to me: ‘Now it's your turn, darling!'I smiled and wished her a Happy Christmas, then I kissed her on the cheek.‘No! A proper kiss, dear – it's Christmas!' she said, and offered me her mouth. I hesitated for a moment, then briefly pressed my lips to hers, and Frank looked on, grinning. Then he took the mistletoe and fastened it over the doorway. ‘We have to have a kiss every time we come through the door!'We opened the bottle of sherry and toasted each other, then. Her tongue slipped out and under the bulbous head, finding the taught skin in the cleft. She flicked it with her outstretched tongue occasionally running it up to the opening.Simon took hold of her wrist and pulled it towards his crotch. And there was another rigid phallus. She turned her head to see a ten inch appendage standing proud from Simon’s trousers. Beautifully curved and smooth. she could see it flexing, even in this dim light.She reached out to touch it. Wrapping her fingers gently. -Promect me to try and after all to tell mebut you will not be jealous?-No do not worry about itWe hung up and he promised to call me if something happened.Martine went to work on Monday, I waited and on Wednesday morning I received a phone call from Bill.Well, I have to tell you everything?-Yes everything in the detaisl.-I arrived around 19 hours it was my last patient she was waiting for me, in jeans and blouse, I had never been careful because it's a friend, but she has a nice big ass that.