I asked the boys if they wanted a traditional Christmas dinner with roast pork and all the trimmings or would they prefer a cold meal of ham and salad.... They surprised me by unanimously insisting on the ham salad."Tony, it will probably be bloody hot on Christmas day, we will probably have hangovers from Charlie's barbeque and you should have an easy day yourself, even with the salads it's still a lot of work." I don't mind the extra work to do the roast, though I must admit having a hot meal. ...too pathetic. Well YOU! I have turned into Sissy Kitty, soonto be the pet of a local biker gang....." I paused to let this revelationsink in, seeing her fear just moistened my pussy more."But not just any gang, oh no, you will be the fuck slut of the "Furies,"the local lesbian biker gang. I guess you are going to learn to likepussies....aren't you my pussy girl?I moved on to Harry the pretty princess."Harry what am I am going to do with you? You always seem to think thegrass is greener on. Milo remembered his Da for his temper and the number of black eyes his Ma sported. Sean died from cirrhosis of the liver when Milo was just seven and his mother forty. Milo was always small. He was bullied at school, but quickly learned that he had to fight back. He was fast and fought like a mosquito – in and out to deliver blows. Sometimes a bigger kid would grab him so he learned to bite, kick and give head butts. He was ferocious. It was during one of his not infrequent scraps on the. While we were still joined at the crotch, she leaned forward and planted soft kisses on my lips. I cupped the cheeks of her ass with my hands while at the same time felt her huge tits against my chest. .we kissed for a few more minutes before i climbed on top of her and rubbed my cock over her pussy. “stuff it in, stuff it in” she cried, but i continued to stroke my cock on her moist cunt. After a few more minutes, i couldn’t take it any longer. As i looked up into her eyes, i asked if she was.