. uh, me to lick out the black man cum from your freshly fucked pussy. Is that okay?" Yes, Bobby, I’d be delighted to have you suck up my black sexe... creampie cunt," Mom replied softly. "Do you know what to do?" Uh, .. I think so, mom, " I said awkwardly. I then got down on my knees between my mother's parted legs, looked over at the teen age black boy, and said submissively to him, "Thank you, sir, for fucking my slutty white pig cunt mother so expertly, and thank you too for the honor of. " My word, I don't know," Mrs. Claus confessed. "Orgasm is a thing of the spirit and a thing of the flesh. A heavenly orgasm—I think that leans towards the spiritual side, don't you? I think we could possibly lend a hand." A hand?" It's no more outrageous than that request for pair of polka dot unicorns." I still say we shoulda used pink paint," Santa insisted."And I tell you it was pink—you know you're color blind." Okay, okay, so I messed up a little. Pink. Puce. Who cares? But what do you. Maybe we could do something later. This is actually helping." I answered.Annie stepped between me and the television, then she dropped her robe, "Are you sure? Because I can think of something that's a lot more fun that can help take that stress away."Annie almost laughed as I stumbled and almost fell off the treadmill at her words and actions. I had her on the couch and was fumbling with my zipper when we heard the doorbell ring.At the door stood Rikku and Lynn in the rain. She gave a sad. The fresh paint smell was wearing off and although I needed some more odds-and-ends of this-and-that to complete a couple of rooms, I was settling into my new house like a tired, old foot into a trusty, broken-in shoe. Just the perfect fit.I was settling into my new persona, too. My nearest neighbor helped with that. She'd come over between Christmas and New Years to welcome me to our neck of the woods with some kind'a tuna and pasta combo in a deep dish. It was pretty good.Mrs. VanHoose, You.