I went inside her house but her son was already sleeping. I asked her why she has invited me to her house that when her hubby is out of town.She smile... back and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee for me. I told her not to prepare coffee that just now I had in my home. So she sat on the sofa next to me and told me to ask the one thing what I want to ask her last day. I told her that can I kiss your cheek for only time? She told okay and closed her eyes. I went near to her cheek and my eyes. Theyd chatted about nothing in particular. Mostly idle chit chat, mainly about their respective day. It had certainly been no different to any number of other occasions when Adam had called in to see her with the exception, that particular day shed felt inexplicably horny. She remembered finding herself looking at Adam and imagining what he might be like in bed. Again, there had been no rhyme nor reason why she should have thought such a thing. It was possible Adam had detected the change in. Whores get fucked. Beg me to fuck you. NOW. Beg me to fill you with cum" I don't know where the words came from, but they burst out. "Please. Fuck me" "More slag" "Please sir. Fuck me. Fill me with your hot cum. Please" He shuffled up behind me. " Ha. You had the sense to lube up. You'll need it" I felt his large cock-head nudge against my virgin arse-pussy. He grabbed my hips with both hands. "Fucking bitch" He shouted, and lunged forward. The pain was indescribable. I would have fallen had he. I sat on his lap and Santa asked me if I had been a good girl this year and I whispered in his ear that I had been a very good girl which was pretty much the truth, well good and naughty. At this time I repositioned myself so my leg was touching his inner thigh and with that overflowing Santa suit, no one would be able to tell that my leg was rubbing up against his cock. And when I did this, Santa’s arm reached a little tighter around me and his cheeks got red. When Santa asked me what I.