He groaned, and grunted, mewed and moaned. Spluttering for air, he panted as his prostate steadied his genitals for a release. ‘Babe,’ he muttered... ‘Oh god, Rhea. I love you so much.’ Rhea smiled and pushed down on his rosebud at the same time the tip of her tongue waggled the head of Simon’s cock. Simon erupted and waves of semen spewed out of him and into the willing mouth of Rhea. Rhea swallowed Simon’s cum and then milked the last few drops by squeezing his penis down his shaft with her. Her fingers finally found a way to liberate me from my Victorian prison. Then she pushed me back, but only so that she could adjust her legs and rub a hand over the crotch of her snug, red panties. I held my cock as I watched, enjoying the way Mrs Slutty Claus was eyeing me. She pulled a hand away. “You’ve got one gift left to unwrap,” she decided.”“Thank you, Mrs Slutty Claus. That’s very kind of you.”I got down on my haunches, discovering that the fabric was damp as I pulled it to one side.. ’”“I know what you mean. Sometimes ‘freedom, ‘ and ‘liberty’ both seem just to mean, to particular people, ‘Don’t interfere with the one idea that I happen to believe in the most fervently.’”“Hey, we’re starting to sound like a couple of radicals,” Emily said, smiling.“Not me.”“No. Not me, either,” she said. “Although I am a peacenik.”I didn’t respond and Emily shifted the conversation. “Hey,” she said, turning serious, “I envy you. Just starting your life, and so completely in charge of. I became bolder with my actions; I felt totally at ease when you were around. We stood in the kitchen making drinks. I stole a quick glance at your ass as you bent over to look in the fridge. You sighed. “No juice left.” “Sure I could find you some somewhere,” I said. You gasped and I wished I could take it back. “Don’t tease me now,” you said. “Because I’d love some of your juice.” You turned to face me, flashed me a seductive smile and sauntered out while I stood there gaping. A few days.