Leading you to the living room. Standing you right in from the reclining chair, kissing my way to the waist band of you jeans. getting on my knees and...unbuckling your jeans and with a hard tug pushing them down to your ankles. Kissing and licking the sensitive skin all around you cock and on you thighs.Taking your cock in my hand and holding it against you, I lick from you sack all the way to the underside of your head, flicking the sensitive spot with my tongue. Gently pulling your foreskin. I looked at her and said yes I loved it. She reached over and pulled the covers off me without saying a word and there I was with a raging hardon under my tighty whites, could not hide it.She looked and asked if that happened all the time and I said, yes then she asked what I did about it. I looked at her and with a stupid grin said do with what. She took her hand and put it on my cock and said “this”, I didn’t know what to say or do.She told me that what was about to happen was never to leave. ”“Yes, though I don’t think Josie and I can get away with making love under the family Christmas tree!”“Your dad would have a cow!” I agreed. “But he’d have a cow if you and I did that, too.”“True! I’m looking forward to seeing you!”“And me you. You’ll get to meet Tatyana. She arrives on New Year’s Day.”“Cool!”We spoke for a few more minutes before hanging up. I went to the great room to check on the election returns. It was about 9:00pm Chicago time and all three networks had called the. ‘Yeah. Casey’s here, right?’ ‘Where else would she be in the evening, Jacob? I’ll take you to her section. Come on!’ ‘Hide me if you can. She didn’t know I was coming home today.’ ‘You got it!’ Blair placed Jacob in the corner of the second dining room. It was perfect. It was secluded enough to keep from being seen immediately, but open enough to be seen if one needed anything in a hurry. The big fireplace, indicative of all Cracker Barrels, prominently centered the front of the dining area..