But the more I thought, the more I became convinced that thatwas the only possible explanation, however improbable. Could it havebeen something in my...dream which had guided me? But if so what?I tried to put aside these panicky thoughts and entered the mysteriousroom to see what it contained. It was a long, narrow north-east facingroom with a floor to ceiling window. Along one side was a continuoussequence of built-in wardrobes with sliding, mirrored doors from floorto ceiling. A dressing. Brandon was going to take them to buy a Christmas tree and they were going to spend the day decorating the tree and the rest of the house. They would make a day of it and have a blast doing it. There would be a fire in several fireplaces throughout the house. They would have hot cider and all kinds of Christmas treats to eat. Mrs. Everly, the housekeeper and cook, was coming to fix a big dinner later. They got home with the tree, it took all four of them to get the monster in the house.. Then I drew her down on her parents' bed. She lay on her back, and I grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured it in a glass. She sat up taking one just to swallow it down and I poured another for myself.Then I dribbled it on her breasts as she fidgeted beneath me and I lowered my mouth and started licking it off.TIFFANYDamn that tequila tasted strong, burning my throat and it felt stronger. My body warmed and my muscles relaxed and I just felt looser ... I'd only been too eager to suck off. There, that’s better. I’m sorry about that but it really was quite necessary. To make it up to you I’ll tell you a little of what I was thinking about as, with a vibrating bullet in my arse, two in my pussy and my fingers frantically caressing the cum-slick pulsating nub of my clitoris, I drove my poor, excitable, shaking body to orgasm after wondrous orgasm … though I do seem to have made rather a mess of my bedding and the air in my bedroom is thick with the reek of my happy sex, so it looks.