This time, it was his snowmaker.She had dealt with his choice of outfits for the Taylor family Christmas card, even though she found hers very distast...ful. He had gotten Jill a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit, a red miniskirt and top the micro skirt didn't even come halfway down her toned legs.As always, she was a good sport and dealt with Tim's poor decision-making. But when the snowmaker malfunctioned (big surprise) and shattered the glass in the living room door, she was furious.Tim had to find a. She started by laying down the knees on either side of me. She lowered the vagina down towards my face bending her knees and lowering her hips.I grabbed the white legs of my bitch with my hands and pulled her vagina deeper into my mouth. I adjusted my mouth position over her vagina. I started grinding her pussy. My first genital contact. I was lucky because I was having it from my mom, my love.I was eating her pussy. The brown pussy lips were so fragile, so tasty. All I hoped was she should not. .. I could *definitely* feel her with my cock. It was faint, but had the distinctive feel of a warm, wet vagina.“Ohhhhh, Robert!” she moaned.I felt her muscles contract around my cock, as I began to come.“Diana!” I shouted, ignoring my orgasm and reaching out, trying to touch her. My arms passed through her image and she began to fade.“Think of me, Robert...” she said, her voice fading away.“Wait!” I pleaded, as she dissipated in to the darkness.I can't tell you why, but I was overcome with. "Should only take a moment or two for this to load up," she smiled. "Here, why don't you sit so we can look at these when they finally come up," she stated, pulling over an extra chair, though continuing to stand next to Grace as she sat down in her own chair."What did you bring to show me?" Grace asked, once more feeling a little nervous and apprehensive, especially with Becky standing there next to her the way she was. Her breast actually pressing, and resting against her shoulder as Becky.