"What was the best Christmas you remember before this one?"I kissed her back, "Why, it's any Christmas I had with you, my darling Claire."She said, "O..., poo. I thought I'd learn something about your childhood."I continued to hold her close. I thought back and said, "My parents liked Christmas, so it's hard to pick just one day. They were loving and supportive. There were always special gifts for me and my sister, besides all the other fun things we did; so, no special Christmas, but all of. I was woken early in the morning by bangs and clangs which turned out to be Steph and Karan doing themselves some cereal the bed apartment door opened and Karan asked if l wanted a coffee, she was wearing a flimsy tight vest of Steph’s and some knickers that hugged her pussy to show off the outline of her pussy lips, replying l said yes to the coffee then l wanted her in with me because she was going to get another fucking, Karan grinned and laughed then looked at Steph who told her to get into. Fill my sissy bitch mouth and pussy with cock, Pleeease," I begged and whined.And then she plunged into my pussy and returned the penis gag to my mouth, buckling it on tightly. There were straps on either side of the harness that was on my head, reins really. Sam pounded my pussy as I desperately sucked at the penis in my mouth, the reins pulled tight, all the time watching the man on the screen get fucked from both ends. 'Was he a sissy bitch like me? Did he need cock like I so desperately. They were neither green, nor blue, or even brown, but a wonderful combination of the three. Perfectly shaped, they were set in a chiseled face that boasted of high cheek bones, a strong chin slightly covered in a masculine goatee of light brown, and an unremarkably straight nose. He smiled back at her, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly exposing a dimple in each cheek. A quick survey told her he as a man of style another bonus and extreme turn on in her mind. Wearing a blue-grey shirt.