No suitable partners for miles around. And even though we loathed each other, Kathy and I were at least reasonably good looking, actually Kathy is gor...eous, and we were both good fucks. Partly, I suspected, because we were always trying to outdo the other."AAAAAAAAAAH," I cried out as my prick spat out it's third load in less than ten minutes, filling my sister's well fucked cunt."Harder," demanded Kathy. She pushed me off her, and rolled me onto my back, ending up straddling me, her hot cunt. I was born on October 9th, so somebody born on January 3rd of the year before was a perfect physical and emotional match for me. That date had stuck in my mind. That’s when Ken was born. When Ken came back, I looked at him carefully and with almost some apprehension. Ironically, I had never asked him what I had asked a lot of other men. He noticed that I seemed a little nervous, and as we left the store he asked me why. I wasn’t willing to say, since he might think I was crazy. Also, he might. ” Her husband was working in an MNC in Pune, and she had a 7-year-old son.We got settled soon. The same night, I was resting in our guesthouse when I saw Nisha aunty coming to my room. She was wearing a purple suit and had bangles in her hand and sindoor on the forehead. She came in and asked me where my mom was.I told her that mom and dad had left for my cousin’s place. It was just next to the building where we were staying. She smiled and asked why I was still in bed. I said that I was a bit. I think maybe you've been naughty!"With that, Abby stepped off Santa's platform, and retreated into the Santa's workshop area, behind his throne. Ray followed, watching the teen's little skirt bounce, as she skipped into the secluded area.When they were inside, Abby looked at Santa, as he pulled off his gloves, and his white beard, revealing his gray stubble. He then took off his Santa top and pillows, leaving him in a slightly dirty wife beater t-shirt, and the baggy red velvet pants,.