Tiffany was upset since her mother was going to be working on Christmas Eve that night. Mrs. Jensen was a manager at a small diner downtown and had to...work hard since her husband died over 5 years ago. It was only Mrs. Jensen and her three c***dren. First there was Dylan, who had just turned 20 earlier that December and was home from college. Then there was Tiffany, who was 18, and last there was Bobby who was eight. Dylan would be off that Christmas Eve, but it wasn't to his pleasure. He'd. Her lips were so wet and I could feel her hand grip the base of my cock and she raised her head up and down moving faster and faster, I let out a moan and it only seemed to increase her skills. I could see her blond hair as it bobbed up and down on my dick, she let out a gasp and then pushed my cock to Hannah. I decided I should start doing my part and started to work on Katie’s tight pussy so I started to poke my tongue along her outer lips and then worked my way inside, feeling her pussy. The gun in my hand was no a gun at all, but instead a light, fluffy feather duster. Ornate, frilly, and completely ridiculous. A thing utterly harmless. Not even all that great for cleaning, much less harming someone. I must have stared at it in disbelief for nearly ten seconds before I realized it was not the only thing changed, not even remotely. My mind had simply refused to recognize what else it was seeing.Impossible!I couldn’t believe it, refused to accept it, but the proof before my eyes. “Hey, its ok. No need to be embarassed about it. I thought you were comfortable enough to do ‘anything’ after all.”She kept her head buried in my chest as she responded in a muffled voice. “I may be comfortable DOING anything. Not so comfortable talking about it!”I laughed and whispered teasingly into her ear. “I guess that means you secretly want me to lick your ass again sometime...”She finally turned her face back up towards me, redder than I’d ever seen it before, and nodded slightly. Her.