She wonders if she can lay down and nap now. I tell her to lay down on the couch right now, we’ll figure out the sleeping arrangement when everyone ...lse leaves. She lays down and I bring her a pillow and a blanket. I give her a long French kiss and then she closes her eyes. I go back into the Master bedroom and watch the finish of the ladies orgy. I’m pretty hard by the time they are finished. Everyone is done with sex now. They hang around for another hour and then begin to leave. I take. She turned and looked at the scene now in front of her. Sandra bobbed her head as her mouth fucked my growing rod. Shayla came to me and pressed her hand on my chest. She leaned into me and stretched her head toward my face. I quickly got the idea and planted my lips on hers. Shayla’s tongue attacked my mouth as her hands gripped my neck. She released me long enough to whisper, “I never thought watching you get your cock sucked would be as hot as it is.” My fingers found the rise of her breast.. I realized that she must have been using her other hand on herself judging by the state of her skirt. I rushed over to retrieve my bag from the table and pulled out the skirt but it was too late. There was a knock on the door and the handle began turning! I shoved the skirt back in the bag and quickly sat down on the chair Id been using earlier, when I felt the cold plastic on my upper thighs again I knew my skirt had ridden up too far but there was no time. My tits were practically out save. An older woman, rather frail looking amidst the bulkily dressed shoppers, rang the bucket as the occasional dollar slipped into the tin. She rang it again and Chris listened as the bright chime hollowed into a mournful dirge in the wintry air. Or perhaps that was just his imagination forcing his environment to suit his mood.Like drawn to like, Chris made his way through the crowd to the old woman dressed in the bright red and white of a Mrs. Santa Claus outfit. It seemed improperly fit to her.