She smelled it and though the scent was oddly familiar, she couldn’t figure out what she had spilled. When she asked a friend to smell, she sniffed ...nd said, ‘Yep, it’s cum.’ Friend Talking on the cell phone with her friend, ‘Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been seeing someone?’ Alyssa answered, ‘I haven’t been seeing anyone.’ ‘Then how did you get cum stains on your blouse?’ ‘I don’t know,’ she answered, wondering about her therapist and the odd taste in her mouth. Another? The therapist. Finally I slipped off of him and he grabbed one ankle, flipping me overas he raised himself on his knees. My head went down and my ass went upas he slammed his cock back inside me, his strong hands pulling my hipsbackward onto him, then he held my ankles as he rammed himself in andout of me. My eyes closed, rapid-fire gasps escaped my throat as Ibegan to cum again."I'm gonna cum on your cock. I'm ... gonna ... uhhh ...."Mike grabbed my arms then and pulled me up, leaving me suspended in. She laughed, silently, and opened me the door.She greeted me with a warm hug, kissed my cheeks and thanked me a dozen times. I told her it was my pleasure. She was one of my mom's best friends, I couldn't let her down. She asked me how it was going to cost. Of course, I answered it wasn't going to cost anything. She insisted, but I insisted too. It's Christmas time! Anyways, it was almost time. I proceeded in the basement, where the Santa outfit was hidden.I grabbed the boots, the pants, the. Gil and Carrie weren't particularly drinkers, although they did enjoy a beer now and then, but this time they overdid it, along with everyone else. As they surveyed the wreckage the next morning, they were nursing heads as big as county fair pumpkins. They were still groping for coffee and trying to come to grips with the mountain of debris when Mike and Kirsten showed up to help with the cleanup, unbidden and still nursing hangovers of their own. Mike and Kirsten weren't even in the door yet.