)Mona Lisa Life: December '63 (Oh, What a Night)By Heather St. ClaireThe wrapping paper and other debris burning in the fireplace of thebungalow provi...ed both heat and a soft glow that lit the room on thismagical night. It was Christmas, December 25, 1963.Claire and Melissa snuggled close to each other and took occasional sipsfrom their wineglasses. They were both wearing long, warm nightgowns andfuzzy slippers. Their girls had been in bed for a couple of hours; asmidnight approached, they were. It was a really pretty yellow color. We clinked and sipped."That's nice," I said."Really good." Tell me." Well, Yalumba is supposed to be the oldest vinyard in Australia. Over 150 years old. It's a bit northeast of Adelaide. And viognier is a grape type from the Rhone. I think that's all I know."I filled both glasses. "Good enough for me. All I know is red, rose and white; fizzy and still; sweet or dry. This is white, still and mostly dry. Or slightly sweet." It's also a little oaky." Oaky?". ..............lick my balls.............now suck them.Each instruction I carried out. he had a hard cock average length, biggish balls which were hairless. He pulled my head up and pushed me down onto his cock. It slid through my lips across my tongue and slipped to the back of my throat making me gag.'Ok lad I'll take it easy ' He held my head and moved his hips so he was fucking my mouth. I put my hand on the base of his shaft so he didn't push in too far. He knocked it away. 'Just take. She had consorted with the disreputable knight Sir Roland who was under suspension for his crimes against humanity in the Holy Land and her friendship with the defrocked Friar was looked askance by the rumor-mongers in the town square. There was even the rumor that he was a fallen-away Knights Templar with so many sins in his past that any priest with an ounce of common sense would refuse to hear his confession. She was ashamed that she had given the holy man some sampling of her favors on a.