The crescendo of their passion rose with the music. Gasps of excitement and delight filled the room and then all faded into blackness.Kim fitfully sti...red. The words from "We wish you a Merry Christmas" broke through the fogginess of her waking mind. "...We won't go until we get some, so bring some right here," the words of the song triggered faint recollections of the night before. The television was still on and showed carolers in Dickens's era costumes strolling down a city street. Kim. As she entered I stepped over into the adjacent doorway. ‘What’s going on?’ I asked. ‘Ain’t you told me before that you have a girl friend?’ he asked. I said, ‘Yeah, man.’ He asked, ‘How’s that work with what you got there?’ Me: ‘I just want someone prettier than me to talk with before supper.’ The PA announces dinner’s end in twenty minutes. And the memory is swiftly forgotten. My friends had seen the blonde, I discover when I meet them for dinner. I highly suspected I imagined everything.. "Dom drove us over to Royston's market garden and we spoke to Mrs Royston."Hello Mrs Royston, I'm Tony Concept, the new cook at the CRB camp." Hello Tony, I've heard you're annoying a few of the local traders by going straight to the source" she said with a smile."I'm just trying to get a better deal for my men, I get an allowance that has to stretch a long way, every penny I save means a better meal I can put on the table for them." You sound just like a housewife Tony." Hmm, I suppose that's. "Big, beautiful cock," she taunted, whispering up at me. Her hand... OHHHH, her hand. She pumped away on my quivering cock; sometimes gentle, sometimes hard and a little rough. I never knew what to expect each time. It was incredible. Simply incredible.Her right hand, which did the pumping, soon got some assistance from her left. She used that hand to cup and lift my testicles. The move sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout my entire body, right down to my core... I could do nothing but.