Even though I am much older now I still play sick or take holiday time off to carry on my tradition. It starts the same way every year. I wake up and ...atch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I just love watching those poor people struggling to hang on to those massive balloons on a windy New York November day. My favorite has long since been retired though, I was always an Underdog fan! And the parade ending with Santa and his reindeer never fails to put me into my Christmas gear. But the most. I hadn't heard from Bill since we met for our weekend fuck fest pictures and really didn't expect to hear from him again because I was told he was fucking someone new. I wasn't too disappointed because I knew this wouldn't last forever and I was just a piece of ass for him. Plus, Jack and I found new ways to express our love for each other with more intense sex. He bought a swing to use and he loved adding weights to my piercings and all the things that came with that. One day he came home. Her body begins to shudder as her orgasm builds, "Now Tony, my ass!"Releasing my grip on her hair, I slip my cock from her honey pot as Tif keeps rubbing her clit. Taking the bottle of lavender oil, I pour some on her firm ass and massage into her cheeks."Mmmm...don't tease me."Taking the oil, I pour some at the top of her crack and watch it trickle down. When the oil reaches her backdoor, I take my index finger and spread the oil around the opening. Slowly slipping my finger in her tight. In only a matter of hours he was back at it again and again and again.At one point during the middle of the week he had taken out his sex magazines, but as he leafed through one of them he noticed that they no longer held the appeal they had had in the past. The lifeless pictures just didn't seem to do a thing for him anymore. What he really wanted, desired, was another encounter with his mother. He wanted it badly, but felt that if it were going to happen it would have to be initiated by her..