Watson just missed Mrs. Turner as she had left only a couple of minutes before she showed up. He would have enjoyed fucking the both of you at the sa...e time. Seeing you offered to give me one of your special blow jobs and my dick was still dirty from fucking Mrs. Turner I thought why not let you clean my cock one last time.After recording that we all watched as Mrs. Watson came out of the house spitting while walking fast to her car. Now the girls in the front seat did not hear what just. Her labia mound was swollen and just a slit showed. No lips or clit in sight as I reached her feet and as she lifted each foot so I could remove the thong I kissed her just over the top of her slit. Then my hands slid up the back of her firm toned legs feeling the muscles of her calves and then her thighs. As I reached her firm ass I grabbed each cheek as she had done to me and brought her pussy into me. My tongue probed her labia until I tasted her sweet juices that were flowing from her tight. How could semen get on the floor? Only Bob had been in here. In a moment of clarity she went to the trash can and found the tissue Bob had soaked. She sniffed it and knew immediately it was her brother's. She remembered that smell. Looking at the tissue she had a moment of deja vu as she remembered swabbing his spunk off her belly with tissues many a time. She felt a tremor in her stomach, but before she could fully process the information the driveway bell rang twice and she went out to pump. I even use it back there so now I'm perfectly groomed around both holes which my girlfriend, Emily, loves because now she can stick her tongue in my.Whoa! I'm gonna stop reading here. Santa's not too keen on that kind of tongue activity no matter how well groomed it is. Claire, I'm sure you're a nice girl, but that's so naughty, Santa might have to skip your house next Christmas. Anyway,thanks for writing. Our next letter comes from Jay who lives in New York.Dear Santa, you brought my.