On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock with around and 18 inches long...I will tell you what, Ole’ St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fire place, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband’s “rump riding”. It wasn't that it didn't feel good, it did. I even enjoyed it. I don't honestly know what my hang up with the experience is. I thought on it late into the night, trying to figure out why I was so uncomfortable with the whole thing. I don't think Adam wanted a relationship or anything, it was just a good time. I'm not gay, I kept telling myself. That made me feel better, at least I could pretend it did. To be honest, I enjoyed it too much to not question my sexuality. The next day at school, I. She grabbed one of his hands and moved it to her clit and he knew she wanted it nasty. He gave her clit and two finger rub and pulled on it and watched her move her hips on his cock. It was a short but rough fuck till he filled her with cum. He then grabbed her and pulled her pussy up to his face and he sucked the mixture of cum out of her fucked hole. She grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth tight to her cunt loving his tongue sucking the cum out of her. He then turned her and pushed her down. The picture behind begins to tap the wall and swing slightly. “Pssssst.” Again I hear and turned around quite puzzled. I slowly pushed the picture to the side and peek through the hole. “You are doing a fantastic job!” whispered Jo’s boss. “This deal is sealed and I owe you one hell of a dinner,” he whispered quite excitedly. I smiled, put my mouth up to the hole and said in a very sultry whisper. “You are quite welcome. Anything for you, love.” He backed away from the hole and as sure as I.