Enough she said. I was on my knees by know and looked up to her. She was in her 50s, well tanned, and rather skinny. She was wearing white stockings, ...ace slip and bra. I quite liked the view. As she stood there e come over and handed her a glass of champagne. Make sure you take up all the spilling, she said, and spilled some of her champagne on the wooden floor. Still on my knees, I started licking the champagne from the floor. I was quite good I had to find out. O sorry, we did not offer you. What I was surprised by was the fact it really turned me on. I had never given anything like that a thought.Wanting to explore these feelings, I suggested we do some body shots, much to Kirk’s delight, but not so much Karen’s. Even hammered, it took some cajoling to get her to lay down on the table, but it quickly became obvious she seriously enjoyed Kirk slurping tequila from her navel - her face flushed bright red, and her nipples threatened to pop her top. When Kirk excused himself to go. Michelle’s pussy area was glistening with the juices of the past time spent very actively together. Marcus’s very black hand was idly caressing over the white stomach and breasts of her mom.Her mom looked more intently at her and exclaimed, “Honey, you look like you might fall over.” She nudged Marcus and scooted to the side herself and a space opened between them. “Lie down and tell me about it.”Now … in most families, this might be weird. Even a father and mother wouldn’t so casually invite. As the grandfather clock downstairs struck midnight, he thoughthe heard the sound of hoof steps upon the roof. Suddenly feelingsleepy, he drifted off.The melody to the song "Wish You A Merry Christmas" played from analarm clock as Robert woke in the morning with the feeling of his ownhair weighing his head down. He pushed his blankets aside andimmediately felt a rush of cool winter air blowing up a pink and whitenightshirt against smooth legs. He looked down to see his feet lookingsmaller than.