Ideal attire for the sun that was shining, at least it would have been had the temperature not being below freezing.'Can I sing you a Christmas Carol ...ister?' She asked in a voice shivering from the cold.My normal reply to Carol singers is, 'no!' followed by a random moan about beggars and Christmastime in general. This time, all I could see was a poor kid shivering to death, so against my better judgement I said yes, but told her to step into the hall, which fortunately for her had a radiator. . how hard it was. I kissed and licked the shaft. I sucked the head and licked his balls. He was oozing precum that I swirled on my tongue. I knew he was getting close so I backed off and stood up. He opened my blouse and lifted my tits out of my bra eagerly sucking on my nipples. I was laying back on the bed with my legs toward the closet. Keith continued to suck my nipples and was easing a finger in and out of my sopping wet pussy. I was hoping my husband had a clear view of it. In case he. My lust was boiling now. With his shorts now around his ankles, his thick cock rested against his thigh. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip of his cocks head. It jumped alittle to the touch of my tongue. So sexy! I had dreamed about this! I flattened my tongue and licked against the underside of his head. I felt the ridges and veins as I licked up and down him. He felt soft, yet firm on my wet tongue. His balls began to tighten and I pushed his legs alittle wider. I went down between his. But was I leaving one prison and entering another?Did I care what the answer was? No...Not really.I heeded the force within me to stand up and take her arms. Lucy held me in a tight embrace, then spun me about. Her arms criss-crossed over my tummy, and I relaxed in her embrace.“Squirt.” A single word, a word I knew very well, a word I obeyed without question. My body knew just what to do, lowering the dam to my wet cunt and dribbling to the ground below. It was barely even something I needed to.