She was thrilled, laughing giggling along with her daughter as she tried to come up with a good one."Hold your breath for one minute" Damn. That wasn'... as good as I had hoped but the game was early. I took a breath and sank to the middle, legs sprawled around me. I used the opportunity for a quick grasp of Shelley's submerged ass while her daughter took the opportunity, innocently I doubt, to tickle the tip of my cock for a second with her big toe. I popped my head up, hand still on Shelley's. Claus. "Santa is home! He's early!"I didn't climax, but pre-cum did leak into her vag as I asked, "what do we do?"She pushed me off her and got up, fixing herself. "Cover yourself back up," Mrs. Claus instructed. "Try to look innocent."I did.Just then Santa walked in. Again, looking like the stereotypical Santa from every commercial and holiday movie or story. "What is going on here?" he demanded."We found Chrissy hurt after a bad crash and brought him back her to recoup," Mrs. Claus. Her back is stiff. That back of hers, she moves to speculate, must be speckled with age by now- the skin would be mottled and creased and thinned out like tissue paper. But who ever sees their own back? You never plan on it changing. There are bits of your body you carry around all your life but never really own. She supposes that if anyone owned her back, it was her late husband, as he was the only one ever to see it regularly. Even in old age she thinks of her husband at least once every. She pushed all the way down until I was buried in her as deep as I could go, then she swirled her hips around setting off the fuse burning toward a fantastic orgasm in my very near future.Amy got up and straddled my face while holding on to the headboard and began to gently rub her pussy all over my face. I had my tongue up as she swept back and forth. She was certainly going to grow up to be just like her mother. I thought of all the lucky men in her future and I was her first.That familiar.