’ ‘So?’ she asked, a little defensively, and he felt a little bad. Ada got a lot of razzing from her more snobbish friends about her affinity fo... romance novels, and he didn’t want her getting embarrassed. His hand trailed up her leg and he let his nails rake over her ass and back. ‘So nothing,’ he told her matter-of-factly. ‘I love it when the books get you horny and I’m here to reap the benefits.’ He rolled until he was facing her, shoving the blankets almost off the bed. He propped his head. ‘Can Joy come carolling?’ Our neighbour’s son wheeled her chair out into the frosty street. As her voice lifted in rousing chorus, Joy was unconfined. 04. No pets for Christmas. My daughter Nadia helped every day at an animal sanctuary. There was no room in our flat for pets. Gerald promised her a cat when we married. ‘Nadia’s on duty Christmas day. We’ll come Boxing Day.’ ‘I don’t understand the necessity.’ He wouldn’t. I married someone who could understand. 05. Ignoramus. A true account.. I squealed as he succeeded. “Oh Monty” I groaned as he again filled me with his juice. Finished with me he again pulled away and began to lick my pussy which was leaking what he had deposited. It felt so weird but so nice. I rolled over in my back and rubbed myself again and Monty joined in. His tongue was so wide and was sort of rough. It sent tremors though my whole body. “Yes my darling boy” I moaned “don’t stop”. But he did. He went and lay in his bed and licked his cock clean. I watched. Inside the shop there was a guard dog by the door, a stuffed Snoopy about three feet tall. His head was drooping, so I paused to scratch his ears in an effort to perk him up. The shop itself was small and cramped, jammed with shelves of knick-knacks, toys and kitchen appliances, open bins of purses, neckties, hats, shoes and CDs, mostly pretty good quality stuff. By the looks of their inventory this shop drew donations from a more upscale crowd than Sal's. The clothes racks held aristocrats'.