She had seemed to collapse over the last few hours, almost like she had been living on her nerves and they had now given out. Walking over to where sh... stood, he placed his hands on her shoulders. ‘You really should go to bed, get some rest. It might be a long day tomorrow.’ ‘I can’t sleep. I keep remembering. Seeing the other girls, knowing what is happening to them. Remembering what he did to me.’ Curling his arms around her so that he enveloped her from behind, he placed his cheek against. Thankfully, it had been a very long time since she'd woken up in a strange bed and she wanted to keep it that way."Merry Christmas, Tracy," the obviously inebriated man in the Santa Claus suit said to the younger redhead as he suddenly appeared in front of her and moved to give her an affectionate hug."Merry Christmas, Mr. Hanson," Tracy said as she returned his hug in such a way as to restrict the movement of his hands. She had heard from one of the saleswomen that while a nice man when sober,. " He had pulled his pants pulled down further and was pumping with almost reckless abandon. His companion was now virtually a lifeless rag doll beneath his onslaught, an occasional shriek confirming life to her otherwise lifeless body. Despite witnessing similar acts recently on numerous occasions, I was still aroused."I could go for a refill, Honey." It was Rose with a glazed look in her eyes as they focused on my now tenting robe. Now normally, I don't partake in the "fruit" until I'm. "Why your wife would every cheat on you when you can do this is beyond me" she exclaimed. "Eat that fucking pussy Wes. Eat your aunt's fucking pussy."I felt her starting to come to a climax, which only intensified my efforts. She then grabbed my hair and yelled "Oh fuck Wes I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Holy fucking shit." She trembled as the climax surged through her.As she settled back down from orgasm she looked back down at me and immediately pushed me up and grabbed for my pants. She unbuttoned.