"I want your COME," you added, becoming braver as you cast your fears aside with an abandon growing more reckless by the second. "I want your hot COCK...to spurt your sweet COME down my throat, and I want to SWALLOW it." With each deliciously naughty phrase, your mouth and tongue worked more vigorously over my long... hot... COCK... (yielding to your desires, I began to adopt that term as my own), bringing me so close to the brink of orgasm that I knelt on the floor before you, gasping in. I gulped some air as I realized a bare, wet pussy was wiggling on my fingers. Rachel wiggled a little more then raised up and slipped my hand out from under her before sitting back down. “Does Santa think he can guess what I want?” All I could say was “Ho, ho, ho. I hope it’s not a candy cane.” “Well, Liz and Heidi tell me Santa hides a really special one in his boxers,” Rachel whispered lustily. “I even set the sign at 7:30 instead of 7:00 so you’d have time to show it to me.” I didn’t know if. So guests started coming in, house was turned into a mini dance floor, with neon lights, secluded places, with good music, my wife was readied for kill, she had worn the red skirt, which was revealing more than it covering, and her cleavage was visible to the core,her heels were like big, the way she dressed blew me out. It was a less crowd, comprising mostly 10 people, all the ladies were very young, but the males were middle aged and there I got to see his boss, man in his early forties,. I repeat, you are ordered to land your aircraft immediately."Sweat was beading down his forehead. He was caught and had no way out. He turned the aircraft toward the ocean knowing it was suicide, hell,homicide.'Come on, don't take the chicken way out, you couldn't kill Liz, and youcertainly aren't going to be able to kill Ashley.' he thought to himselfas the ATC operator kept ordering him down."Mike Oscar Kilo Niner Niner Turner, this is Agent Sanchez, FBI. Comeon Dwayne, land the aircraft.