After breakfast, we made a quick stop at NCIS to check-in and went to the boatyard where we docked the boats in Gulfport. Two skinheads started to run...their mouths until the helicopters came over with the ‘50s hanging out the door. Mark and Arron stopped them and put them in a car to be taken away. They were Union and didn’t understand.Things went smoothly on the trip over to New Orleans in the boats but we kept the helicopters with us.The rest went quiet until an NCIS office started and Tom. I got exited but it wasn't enough to give me an orgasm. But I could smell myself. Like a bitch in heat mixed with a public toilet.I was sure it must be getting dark outside, but trying to look out under my blindfold I could still see light. It seemed to be the wrong colour for daylight and then it hit me.HE HAD TURNED ON THE LIGHT.This seriously changed the game. I hadn't heard him close the curtains and I certainly didn't hear him close the shutters.OH MY GOD!This meant that the room would be. “Do you want him to fuck me?”“Noooooooo,” he pleaded.“No what, Jeff?” she said, rubbing her tits on his face.“Nooooo,” was all he said.“Fuck me, Bobby,” she whispered.“Ahhhhhhh,” he screamed, and she felt him cum.She slowed, and sat, her hands on his chest, as he cried. He broke down almost completely.“I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I’m so sorry.”“It’s okay, baby,” she crooned into his face, leaning down to kiss him. “It’s okay. I love you. I’ll always love you. I won’t leave you. You’re my. "Well I'm heading off to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning."Tiffany went to the kitchen and prepared a plate of cookies and a glass of milk as her baby brother had requested. She headed for her mother's room and got all the presents that were for Bobby and put them under the tree. She'd have to get up and eat the cookies and milk herself. She didn't want to shatter the fantasy Bobby had about Christmas.Afterwards, she headed off to her room and decided to take a small nap.Tiffany was having a.