When once orgasm would end I was back to it again, on the verge of another and another until I was almost drunk. My mind was void of all thoughts and ...he only thing I knew was this was not something I could only have once. I needed more. Max’s strokes were fast and violent now. He was building towards his own orgasm and sweat was collecting on his muscular frame. He looked down at me and asked where I wanted him to cum. My answer should have been anything other than what I said but the words. But this time, I was something else. Something different. SomethingI suspected was far more an accurate representation of the real me.The feminine me.I stood there proudly. I stood there confidently. I stood therethrowing off all the doubts and worries, the chains of society. Istood there in glorious anticipation of my lover coming to me.And then coming inside of me.A few seconds later, I saw the foliage move.Daddy popped through.I stood taller, and pushed my breasts towards him.Daddy. Wait — his finger is along his nose again. How? – how did he get all the way over here in front of me? I didn’t even see him move. And he’s pointing again. This time at his coat. It’s gone! Now his pants are gone! He looks cute in his briefs and boots and that cute Santa cap, and I think I recognize him. He looks like the guy I was hoping to meet today. Oh-oh he has a twinkle in his eye and he’s pointing again. My robe? What’s happened to my robe? I need to cover up — I’m so embarrassed! But. She guided my head with both hands and I caught a scent of musk.I turned my head slightly and kissed her thigh. Licked it. Then her otherthigh. Finally, I ran my tongue along the furrow between her labia. I wassurprised to find her smooth and bare, not a trace of hair.I knew who it was but I told myself it couldn't be. Paul wouldn't. Icontinued to lick, guided by her hands on my head and her moans of pleasure.She was wet and her inner lips were slick under my tongue. I was surprised.