At least tonight I had somewhere to put my head and I went to my room to seek advice from my nanny, Gytha. It was always Gytha I turned to for motherl... advice rather than my birth mother who was always a most distant figure who I only just knew. Gytha was my real mother, she was the one who raised me, cleaned my hurts when I was being unladylike, drying my tears when upset. Pouring her love into me as if I was of her own flesh.“Gytha what are we going to do?”“Well for myself I having been. .,” she started until I cut her off. “Shut up and fuck me you slut!” I demand, while I rip my suit off kissing her. I can taste the other man’s cum on her lips and it make me lose control. I look at him and say, “You better put that dick to use and help me fuck her numb.“Kristen looks at me in total disarray. “John, are you okay?” she says. “You’re so hot! I want you to keep sucking his dick!” I tell her. She gets back on her knees, hesitantly. “Are you sure?” they both say. “Yes, I want to. ‘I know you’ll have your tree. Your mama said so. And I want something of mine to be on your tree. Now,’ he said as he laid his head back down on the cot, clearly exhausted from the effort of finding and bestowing his gift, ‘tell me the rest of the story. Tell me of your plan for getting your Christmas tree and what you have done.’ I looked over into the corner where Hosea had envisioned my tree both so that Hosea wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes and to gain strength from what he had seen. Her tight ass and the size of my proud cock made entry hard but I gently but forcefully pushed till her ring gave and spread allowing my head to pop in. She groaned, partly from the small amount of pain and partly from pleasure. I stopped for a few seconds to let her adjust. The next push got me about half way in and then one more push and I was fully buried in her rectum. I held still and waited for her to become used to my big cock filling and trying to split open her backsides. She also held.