Christmas in our house was more about the traditions, the decorations, and the religious significance of the day, than it was about presents. Jack and...I always received underwear and socks, maybe a shirt or two. Things that we really needed. Mom and Dad would get something for the house. It wasn't like the scenes from "A Christmas Carol" but it was close. We never seemed to notice or care.On Christmas day, after breakfast, we gathered around the tree, it was Jack's job to distribute the. She agreed and we bid goodbye to everyone and we left. It was about 1 am. I had come on my bike, so Deesha suggested we go on a ride.So we took a long ride on the Pune route. She has always been a lover of bikes and enjoyed bike rides. The roads were empty as it was late night. She said she has always wanted to learn to ride a bike and asked if I could teach her. I was more than willingly to.My best friend rides a scooter, so balancing was not an issue. I only had to teach her how to change. Clutching her perfect ass in both hands, his mouth taking in her stiff nipple, he commenced an unrelenting procession of long and hard and fast thrusts. Her ass lifted upwards from his hands greeting his downward thrusts loudly."Yes, yes, yes," she repeated, ceasing and tightening before recommencing. Multiple orgasms ended when he clutched even harder, pulling her against him like he planned on thrusting his whole body inside her and he growled out his cum. His whole body mirrored each immense. ’ She waited, watching him. He nodded, his eyes blank and staring at her. She handed him the first zip tie, watching as he pulled it tight around his wrist. The second zip tie went on the same way. Then she handed him the third. He slipped it under one of the others before turning his back and holding his hands behind him. Sheri tried to fasten it while holding the gun to him but he’d put the other zip tie on too tight and she couldn’t get the tie under it. With a hiss of frustration, she took.