I need to find a way to change that to joy."Mrs. Claus left her husband and walked into the kitchen. Morty, the elf, came into the kitchen and snatche... a gingerbread cookie. Mrs. Claus looked at him in mock anger."Go cheer up the boss," she said to him."I've been trying Mrs. C." Morty told her. "But I don't think seeing 'Wonderful Life' would cheer him." Mrs. Claus sighed and then asked, "What are we going to do?" I have an idea," Morty said.Later that day Mrs. Claus made two phone calls.It was. Tasted the faintest musk of spicy pussy.“What's that for?” Mom asked, glancing at me with her blue eyes.“Just wanting to let you know that I love you, Mom,” I said, smiling at her. “You looked like you needed a hug.” Ms. Petrov certainly didn't give her one.”She turned and hugged me fully. Though I felt the press of her breasts, it wasn't a sexual hug. It was pure family. She kissed me on the cheek as the elevator descended. As it slowed, she broke away from me, her eyes misty.Then my eyes were. My pussy was lubricated with my juices, and he was savoring every bit on his way to my clitoris. My ex-husband was not a fan of giving or receiving oral sex so it had been a long time since I last had such a delicious experience.I slowly came back up his length to lick the precum oozing out of his head and then placed my right hand around his shaft. His tongue reached my clit and he licked it perfectly from side to side, causing my juices to run down to his mouth. We were focused on giving each. The black men were all clapping and cleared a spot on the long bar.I saw the black guy kissed my wife deeply, before placing her on top of the bar. All guys kept encouraging them as Alfred lifted the black dress up over her waist. Then I saw his trousers slipping down to his ankles, as the black man climbed onto my wife on the bar and he buried his hard black cock between Ana’s thighs.They were soon locked together on top of the bar as the group of black men watched them in disbelief. A few.