Her son had shifted to the window, as kids do, and so she had to shift towards me. And the son ( his name was Vansh) was a nice boy who mixed up well ...ith me and so kept traveling from the berth to her mom’s lap and to mine, asking whether cows would win in a war with buffalos or why the uncle in the upper berth was snoring whistles while the aunt opposite on the lower berth was snoring like a lion. He and his mom were going to Surat, he told me. I asked him what his papa’s name was (which I. All of a sudden before I could ask what was the matter, he pulled me the stunned young lady once again up and across his lapSo, at this point I was back over my Secret Santa’s lap, she kicked and wiggled and did her best to get her reddening bottom out of the way of the burn from the swats of the wood-backed hairbrush. Santa looked down before he began.I Hike My Hiney:Art, my Secret Santa raised me slightly by raising up one leg up, so my tightly clothed bottom was balanced over the higher knee. “My God, that is the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” She told me. “Really?” I asked. “Oh yeah, it’s longer than my husband’s, and it is thick!” She answered. She grabbed it and started stroking it slowly. My sexual experience was not huge. She made a few strokes, as my hips started to tremble. “Oh,” she giggled: “You like that? How about this, honey?” She knelt between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. I could feel her tongue circling my dick as her fingers rubbed my balls. Before long her. "Gwen shed her robe, revealing her nudity to her mother, to Melissa and to the doorman Charles, who watched impassively. Gwen had sucked Charles twice in recent days; she enjoyed his effusion down her throat.She sat on the edge of the table and swung her feet up. Lying back she could study the patterns in the paper on the ceiling and the soft shadows thrown by the half-lit chandelier."Spread your legs, darling," her mother said, and Gwen complied, pulling her knees up and planting her feet on.