K. all by itself? Or do you have to lubricate it, Hon? Does Santa use lubrication to help things slide?” I was breathing heavily. “Lube, no lube�...at Santa’s age, he takes whatever he can get!” I replied. She laughed. “I think Santa probably likes lube. Time to lubricate Santa’s runners.” I thought I was going to pass out. She got down on her knees, and slowly lowered my pants. Then she kissed me through my briefs. Then she reached up, grabbed the waistband with one hand on each side of my hips,. Hence, I settle in and behave myself like a good host, and let you nurse me back to my health. And although I was tardy in appreciating your efforts, I’m more than happy now to be lounging about receiving your stimulation. But, everything is not fine and dandy yet. There’s a small problem that still persists: My staff isn’t flying! That erection isn’t there! It’s stubborn, diminutive, and slow to get going. Meanwhile, you run your hands steadily on my torso and give consummate kisses all over. She laid back and opened her big thighs. Her pussy was a forest of hairs. I couldn't wait to stick my dick in that jungle of cunt hair. my stepmom came over and stroked me a little telling me to give Ginger a nice deep fuck. Ginger smiled up at us and said to fuck her deep and fill her waiting fat hole with my cum.I got between her legs and guided my cock into that mass of hair. Sliding the head of my cock up and down her slit I found her vaginal opening and thrust my shaft up her hole. She. My thoughts were confirmed later that night. After we had both gone to bed that night, I awoke to find Michael not in bed. I heard noises downstairs. When I came quietly down the stairs into our basement, their was my husband lying across our leather couch, masturbating watching the section of the video showing the sub male sucking another man off. As I watched and my pussy dripped, my husband stroked off and came watching the cocksucking. He moaned and seemed to really enjoy watching as the.