I learned that Josh owned a chain of women’s boutiques in Miami and by the looks of his luxury accommodations, business was good. Not so great for m..., I admitted. I had recently been laid off from my job as an IT security consultant in Charleston, and not long after, my girlfriend had left me. A double run of bad luck, but maybe all for a higher purpose. After all, I wouldn’t have been here with him otherwise. I read somewhere that the place you are in the present is the end result of every. Earl pulls up his pants and walks out. I fiddle around the sink and comb my hair so it doesn't look like I'm following him. I head outside in just enough time to see Earl walk over to a big tanker rig and climb into the cab. Trying unsuccessfully to look nonchalant, I walk out to the big paved apron where the trucks are all lined up. I'm fooling no one. I'm sure every trucker in the place knows why I'm there. Earl unlocks the passenger-side door, and I begin the ascent to get in the cab. . I let him fuck my mouth. After a few minutes of letting him fuck my mouth, I pull away from him. Leaving a shocked look on his face. "Lick my fucking pussy," I demand, as I lay back on the couch. He assumes the position I was in a few minutes before and starts to lick my pussy, running his tongue up and down the lips of my pussy and then back up to suck on my clit. He slides a finger and then two inside my pussy, moving them back and forth as he's sucking on my clit. "Fuck yea, like that," I. “George had it right: It’s strictly the spirit of charity that’s supposed to pervade the Christmas season.” Looking at him with her eyes wide and gleaming with suppressed laughter she added, “You, Douglas Whitfield, are my Christmas charity. Isn’t that nice? Aren’t I sweet?”Doug melted his lips to hers and savored the sweetness and love. Ending the kiss he smacked his lips, nodded, and said, “You know something, darling? You’re absolutely correct. Your lips are as sweet as sugar. So yes, dear,.