Then she would climb on top and bury my post deep inside her, she seemed to love every little movement, I even managed to get my fingers around the ar...a of her clit, and she would then gush all over me with her juices, I loved it, my daughter and I had all taken sex to new heights, to the point where although I seemed to climax a lot, semen did not flow every time, but the climaxs were off the planet for both of us, defiantly a change from when this new turn in life began some four years ago.. You won’t find any ‘bitches,’ ‘sluts,’ or descriptions of sex hanging from the chandelier. What you’ll find is a Christmas story involving a man and woman who truly care for one another. Their time together is illicit but beautiful. If you need a quick fix read another story. If you care to share an experience that was passionate, warm, and years later poignant, please join me. It began as I prepared for the biggest f****y Christmas we’d had in years. Mostly because our parents were . ” Holy crap, I thought, she wants me! This was the first woman to really want me. I must have been the luckiest guy in the world. I couldn’t help but jump up and dance a little then made my way over to the mirror to make some faces and pose a little. I was telling my reflection that I was the man, I had it all, living was good. Then I remembered I had to reply back. I raced back to the phone and, with fumbling fingers, was able to type when I wanted to see her next. I suggested we meet again. Kate was in a constant good mood, which was irritating enough, and was more often than not in a state of arousal, looking down at her crotch, whispering and giggling. So one Friday evening, Emma decided that it was her turn.The girls had already drunk a bottle of red wine and had moved to the lounge to watch a movie. Emma looked on nervously as Kate sipped another glass of wine, unaware that it contained sleeping tablets.“Are you OK Katie?” Emma asked as she retrieved the glass of wine from.