A word was bothering me. It was not possible to delay decorating until Sunday. While I was shopping, Todd had brought down a half dozen large cardboa...d boxes before heading off to watch a football game in the family room. There was no way that I could step around the boxes all day ignoring the contents. So, I began unpacking and setting out the holiday trimmings. But, instead of becoming sexually stimulated by the Santa decorations, I found myself shaking my head at my recent behavior. I. I can't do this. I don't want to..take it." His sister looked at him for a moment, surprised, before she glared at him. "You dress like a panty-boy, so you're gonna be treated like one." Peter was about to protest, but realized at any moment she could wake Mom, so he kept his mouth shut. She placed the lube back on top of the dresser, in case it would be needed later, and commanded he get on his hands and knees. Peter was shaking slightly as he got down. He wasn't sure it would fit. His. Waves of heat moving over his face and forehead, or else up his arms and down his back. The heat permeates from her wet pussy and his hard dick, up to his chest and neck; but he lives for it, he lives for the thrills of the hunts and of the kills. He lives for the nights where THC and Alcohol flows through his veins and lust runs through his heart. Each tiny breeze that is coaxed in by the open doors fuels Julias’ next thrust, fanning the fires that are spreading over his body, and hers too.. ”Bryce croaks, “You look gorgeous!”“Well, I plan on giving YOU a lesson tonight, Bryce, in return for improving Dane’s backhand. Fair is fair. “ Her hand then encircles his throbbing cock and she starts stroking it gently, still looking in his eyes. “Do you think I can improve your stroke, Bryce?” The double entendres are flying thick, as are the pheromones. I take off the rest of my clothes and pad out to the kitchen to refresh all of our drinks. I can tell that she is enjoying this, but I am.