”“You should phone her.”“I haven’t got a phone.”“That’s a poor excuse mum, and you know it.”“Well, perhaps I just don’t want to ...hone her.”“Why not?”She stopped and turned to me with tears in her eyes.“Because on her last visit she said she was preparing to leave her husband and make a new life with me and I didn’t want her to be hurt when I took the sleeping pills, that’s why.”“But all that’s changed now mum, you’re with me, she can come here any time you want.”“Right Michael, just think about. Belinda was lost in her own pleasure. She didn’t notice Marcela reaching back and pulling my cock out of her pussy and jerking it. Then she started rubbing the tip of it on her asshole. She wanted me to put it in. She wanted me to fuck her in the ass and she didn’t want Belinda to know about it. We were playing a dangerous game. I gently eased my cock into her asshole and she managed to not squeal. She kept eating Belinda’s pussy while I pummeled her ass. We were all enjoying ourselves. I made fun of them and she blushed hard. I told her it was time for her panties to come off. She slowly slipped them down to reveal her thick but well kept pubic hair. Standing in front of me was a beautiful brunette girl, five foot tall and ninety-five pounds, naked. I told her I would have to check her ass and her pussy. She bent over and I stuck my fingers up her ass. She moaned loudly. I flipped her over and did the same to her pussy. I could tell that she liked it. When I finished, I told. And I was alone just like the last 5 years. The argument was the same as every other year.I usually start it, as she is getting ready to leave. "Why do you have to go?" Because I always spend Christmas eve with my mom and dad. You know that." We should be together on Christmas." I'll be back late tomorrow and we can spend Christmas night together." Why don't I just come along with you?" Because the last time you and Daddy met, you called him an anal retentive, dried up old bastard without an.