I turned off the TV, and we fell asleep.We woke up, to Mom shaking my shoulder, “It’s time for bed, you two – come on. Dad turned on the heater ... little, sleepyheads, come on...”“I’m up,” I said. My arm that had been supporting my head was sore. I started to stretch it, and my beautiful sister’s eyes fluttered open. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty, get on up,” I said.“You make a good blanket, Randall – OK ... I’ll get up,” she said. She got to a seated position, and then stood up. She grabbed at my. .. and started to put more pressure on his bum, noticing that his tongue got even nastier, and he was pushing his hips up and fucking her face with the tip of his cock.When she noticed that, she had another devilish thought. She got up, said she was going to the loo, but before she got there, she grabbed her phone and made a little call.... a few minutes later as she came out of the loo, the door bell was ringing. She opened the door and let him in... taller, muscly white guy with blonde. I decided on wearing a short denim miniskirt and a top which accentuated my cleavage and if need be, could be pulled down easily, letting my breasts come free. With just a little make-up, I decided that to the casual looker I would appear to be an ordinary housewife running errands. Which of course was further from the truth. And, in full preparation of what I was hoping would happen I chose not wear any panties or bra. Luckily my top had some built-in support so it wouldn't appear to be too. Her beaming face told me all I needed to know. "Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!" exclaimed Santa, as he was stepping down. Walking around the glowing sleigh, Santa reached up to hoist Rachyl down from the parapet. "Now, my dear, remember. No sweets until later," Santa voiced. "Of course, Santa. No sweets until later," Rachyl coyly replied. Walking arm in arm up to the door, the two made quite the couple. Rachyl's beauty obscured Santa's rotund physique. Her hair truly glowed with a gilded aura, her.