)Mona Lisa Life: December '63 (Oh, What a Night)By Heather St. ClaireThe wrapping paper and other debris burning in the fireplace of thebungalow provi...ed both heat and a soft glow that lit the room on thismagical night. It was Christmas, December 25, 1963.Claire and Melissa snuggled close to each other and took occasional sipsfrom their wineglasses. They were both wearing long, warm nightgowns andfuzzy slippers. Their girls had been in bed for a couple of hours; asmidnight approached, they were. " Cumming is nothing to be ashamed about, Rick. I'll see to it that you cum as much as you want." You really mean it?" Just as much as you want. I'll bet you'll love that, huh?" Do you know how much I get myself off? It's a lot." Good, I love making guys cum. How often do you masturbate?" Like with my parents being gone, oh, it's like, oh, eight, ten times a day?" You really mean that, Rick? That many times?" You just don't know how horny I get. Yeah, that much." Well, you can fuck me anytime. “I think she sent you that photo so you would imagine her riding your hard cock. It is a good thing the Fleshlight is made to feel like a pussy. I think you will enjoy imagining her riding your thick, hard cock.”As mom whispered that into my ear, I felt her arms slowly snaking around my hips. I glanced down as one of her hands grab my throbbing shaft. Her other hand was holding the Fleshlight very close to the head of my raging hard cock.“Now honey, place the tablet on your bed. If you. I thought you two would be more comfortable back there." With that, Tony got in behind the wheel and started back to the home front. It was an hour ride and he casually adjusted the mirror as he pulled away from the curb. Sarah didn't catch the move, but Laura did.As they pulled away from the airport, Laura leaned over and asked "Are you wearing any panties?"As an answer, Sarah took Laura's hand hand and slid it up under the sundress. Laura felt the smooth thighs as her hand slid up to find.