She heard the rustling of a package being opened. ‘Hey, Clyde, look what I’ve found,’ called Boris, obviously impressed with a discovery. ‘The...e are brand new – I’ve never seen them before.’ ‘What?’ enquired Clyde, sounding bored. ‘More toys?’ ‘Japanese Clover Clamps,’ announced Boris proudly. ‘Apparently, they actually tighten on the nipple when you pull on them. Very ingenious. Let’s try them on the slut!’ Boris walked towards Emma, who stared at him apprehensively. He reached out towards her. ‘So you’re a lawyer? I’m a paralegal.’ I said. ‘No way. Where do you work, I think I would’ve noticed you if you worked in my firm.’ He said. I could definitely see him checking me out. This was going to be easier than I thought. ‘You think I’m going to give that info out to some stranger on a park bench?’ I said with a joking tone in my voice. He leaned into me. ‘What if I’m not some stranger?’ He said. He placed his hand on my thigh, gauging my reaction. ‘I can see you’re gagging for it.’ He. I realised I had woken him up with my pleasured noises.“Merry Christmas” said my mum, rimming a candy cane around my tight arse crack. Geez; mum was joining in too.I was gulping cock happily and my mum had the vibrator in hand; now pleasing my pussy on the frickin express speed setting. I heard the buzz, while she spat in my arse and poked a Christmas tree candy cane in my arsehole. Talked a girl being over stuffed. My mouth packed with hammering cock. My pussy jammed with my own mothers. Her name is Sarah, the only woman who has ever embodied the word “love” for him, the only one that ever will. It's not a determination. He knows it. With every embrace, with every touch upon her nude flesh, with every kiss of his lips and thrust of hips, he tells her how convinced he is that he will love her forever. He feels her hair cascade around his face as her supple lips swirl upon his cheeks and mouth and neck. In the darkness, he still sees the colour of each strand, like pulled.