We can't do anything, so there's no point..." I HAVE to know! Please, Mary! My Mom, Dad ... are they OK? Have you heard anything?"Had she heard anythi...g? She tried to think. It was hard. She had been up early that morning, the excitement of the yearly trip on the anniversary of Mom's disappearance. Then the storm, Dad canceling the trip, her disobeying and trying to make the trip in the snow with her friend's older brother anyways ... then, naturally, this whole thing.Her mom stroked her. The moon was shiningbrightly, everything looked clean, fresh and bright.In the little village of Trumphampton there was no noise. It was asquiet as it ever was at two A.M. on a cold winter's night. For this wasChristmas time: a time of peace and good will to all men, women andchildren. A time when you forget all your troubles, let your hair downand generally go all mushy.All the carol singers had finished demanding money with menaces, havinggone to their homes to count up the loot dreaming, no. I read the bible all day.I knew exactly when he would return from school. When Race was in a hurry home, it took exactly twenty three minutes from when the last bell rang. I waited inside the door, bible in one hand, a wooden spoon in the other. I had been making cookies, and I wasn't aware of holding the spoon. I had spotted the clock just in time and had raced to the door. The lock clicked and the door swung in."Oh, good!" He smiled. His arms went for a hug. I stepped back, but not far. I knew your hands would be wrapping around their hard cocks as you stroked them both off, and I also knew if they were as excited as I was then it would not be long before they came in their trousers and over your hands.I was holding you up now as I grabbed and pinched your nipples as I knew your legs would be unstable as you came again and again with two three four fingers slamming in to your soaking wet pussy and I could just imagine your swollen pussy lips as they stretched around their.