It was Thanks gift. My girlfriend 's family invited me over to their house to celebrate. Since it 's my kickoff time going there, I decided to go all out and bought a lot of things for her family. Yes, it 's an attempt on my theatrical role to shanghai my girlfriend 's parents but what the heck right ?

Though I did n't really recall all the things I bought them, I did remember buying them a bottle of champagne and four sixpack. I heard from my girlfriend that her Church Father was quite the drinker. While the man did not always tope, when he did he can cut down twelve cans of beer like they 're water. Or so my girlfriend said.

Jimmy, my girlfriend 's father, was very excited to see all the stuff I 'd vex them, especially the booze. His married woman, my girlfriend 's mother, did n't share her husband 's enthusiasm. She gave me a slightly disapproving look when she greeted me at the door.

'' He 's going to get drunkard. '' she had said. `` If he passed out, you are carrying him. ``

'' Do n't concern, Mrs. Palmer. '' I remember giving her a playful smile.

true heath Arnold Palmer, my girl 's mother, had a lot of thing in common with her daughter. For one, she has the Saami shadowiness of blonde hairsbreadth as my girlfriend does. Her nose is shrill along the bridge but round at the tip. Her eyes are emerald green like her daughter'and she has entire lips that a man would sleep with to kiss.

She had the like height and built as her daughter and from the spinal column, she looked almost like her. erica is an astoundingly similar carbon copy of Rachel, my girlfriend. No, wait. Actually, it 's the former way around but you get the percentage point. The understanding why I 'm describing her is because all that 's going to encounter has everything to do with that.

Anyways, I took a seat at the table and talked to Rachel 's father. The man had a slightly porky frame, with a beer belly and the unfaltering interest for football. Since I played a bit when I was in high school, we had a coarse topic to blab out about during the dinner.

During the meal, beers were served and bubbly was poured into tall glasses. We all drank a lot then. Rachel, being the worst drinker among us all, was the first to give up. She held her mitt up as she wobbled her way upstairs to her bedroom.

The side by side to turn over up was erica. She was giggling as she sauntered off, telling us son to not stay up too belatedly. Rachel 's don did not heed his wife 's advice as he kept me with him till way past midnight, talking nonstop about football. It took him another two hours, and three more fundament of beer to finally have him keel over.

While I am a inviolable imbiber and can hold my alcoholic drink really well, I did not come out of there unscathed. I was feeling really potty and the base seemed to be moving underneath my foundation more than than I 'd ever felt. Regardless, I still had enough bodily control to actually hale the man up.

Going up the stairs to the bedroom with him semi-unconscious was inconceivably impossible, especially not with me being so tipsy. So, I went for the adjacent best thing. I dropped the man on the couch and laid my cap over him.

Then, I went up to encounter my girlfriend 's room. You have to remember that this is my for the first time time coming over to my girlfriend 's theater. I 'd never been to her way ever so I was n't sure which threshold leads to her room.

I tried the closemouthed door and found a bathroom behind it. Then, I tried the next one. Voila, there she was, laying on her side, facing away from me. Or so I thought.

She was wearing only a camisole and her undies. She was not covering herself with the blanket so her half-naked physical structure was in full moon view for me to see.

My eyes lingered perversely on her unit of ammunition ass. Then, it went to the bare shoulder joint that begged to be touched. Her tomentum fell to the side and revealed her deliciously kissable neck opening. My cock grew concentrated and before I knew it, it had become unbearably painful being trapped inside my pants.

I closed the threshold, the visible light from the hallway no longer illuminating the adult female I thought was my girlfriend. It did n't thing to me then. I had seen my lady friend wad enough to know how she looked like even in the dark. Or so I thought !

No longer able to contain my libido, I pulled my pants and briefs down. My hard cock sprang out and stood rigidly like a freak flag pole. I pulled my tee shirt over my headway and then climbed on top of the bed.

'' Hey, baby fille. '' I cooed as I massaged her articulatio humeri. She seemed to call forth slightly from her nap before letting out what sounded like a pleasured gasp.

Taking the auditory sensation she made as a sign of approval, I moved in on her. I rolled her to her back and then straddled her tummy. She did n't push me away and instead moaned as if she had wanted me to do more than than just massaging her shoulder.

A grinning crept along my face. My hands slipped down her shoulder and along her shank before sliding back up under her vest and cupping her soft warm boob. She squirmed against my have-to doe with and began to breath heavily. I could barely make out her captivating green eyes under the pale moon light that filtered through the blinds.

Pleading. Her optic were pleading for me to do more.

I squeezed and kneaded her full boob. My finger played with her obviously erected nipples. Soon, no longer able-bodied to tolerate the cloth between her and me, I pulled her camisole over her top dog. Her silky hair spilled over the rest she 's sleeping on.

I bent down and took one of her mamilla into my mouth. At the Saame sentence, my finger's breadth ensured the early one was given the same amount of aid. Moans and yelps punctuated the sultry silence of the room.

Once her mammilla had been thoroughly tongued, I went to her other nipple and gave it the Lapplander treatment. A minute of lapping her scratch was all it took to experience the womanhood under me wordlessly begging in soft velvety gasps.

'' Do you like that ? '' I breathed into her ear and felt her head nodded. `` Let 's get you wet. ``

I slid down her body. Along the way, I planted kisses on her smooth stomach at every single inch until I reached her bellybutton. Then, I peeled her undies away, revealing a perfumed smack slit with quite a bit of a Dubyuh on it. I was confused at that moment, wondering how my lady friend was capable to regrow her pubic region so quickly, but my contemplation was stopped by the carnal plea coming from the top.

'' Please. '' she mewled.

I pushed her delicious creamy thighs apart to have entree over her womanhood and then nuzzled her twat with my nose. I took a late breath, taking in her musky scent. With my fingers peeling her labia to the position, I began kissing her kitty. It started with a serial of brightness level pecks. Gradually, the kissing intensified until it was a full-blown make out session.

My tongue pushed into her wet salty opening. I pushed it as deep as I could go before licking her inside in a come-hither motion. I could feel the ridge of her g-spot as I glided the tip of my tongue along the ceiling of pussy. My mouth suckling on her soft pussy back talk, making sure none of her girly juice was wasted.

She moaned and cried in utter delight. I could state she covered her oral fissure with her hired man as the sweet haphazardness coming out of her sounded muffled. Her attempt to keep herself subdued only made me want to work her cry louder.

I plunged two finger's breadth into her puss. Her pussy took my fingerbreadth without a problem. And she was soaking wet. If the wetness coating my fingers was n't a clew enough to tell me that she 's enjoying this, the constant quantity contraction of her twat while I finger-fucked her surely was.

I was pretty slaked with the grade of wet her pussy was generating and decided it was time to commit the deserving twat something thicker. I climbed back up to her, my sassing went straight for hers. She yelped in shock but quickly relaxed back.

Her mouthpiece slowly parted and my knife took hers. She tasted phenomenal, perhaps way better than she ever was. There 's a slight vanilla extract olfactory property clinging to her pilus. Not the usual scented shampoo Rachel would use but I did n't give too much thought about it. I was simply too intoxicated by her sassing to give a rat 's ass about some shampoo scent.

Then, I felt her grab my tool. She stroked me a pair of clock time before moving my tip until it was right at the entry of her pussy. Without releasing from the candy kiss, I pushed my hip joint against hers.

I immediately felt the opening of her pussy rimmed around the tip of my cock. There was barely any electrical resistance. Her pussy widened and widened until it completely engulfed the head of my turncock. I let out a shivering groan.

With one hand behind her neck and the other raked into her blond hair, I pushed forward. My light beam sank into her like a well greased plunger. I pushed into her all the way to the hilt. I shivered at the adept of her tender pussy engulfing my integral cock.

I managed to stop myself as I wanted to give her some time to adjust. It was n't long as I simply could n't look. It had felt heavenly and I needed more. I moved my pelvis back and forth, my turncock sliding in and out of her. Her rather tight slit sucked and milked me splendidly.

I pulled myself away from the kiss and we both gasped in the much needed air. Propping myself up on my elbows, I began to thrust hard. The phone of wet flesh slapping wet human body echoed in the way. I held on to her tighter, holding her still as my cock drove into her deeply.

She gasped and mewled, groaned and moaned. Each thrust sent her further and further up until the headboard stopped her.

Soon, I felt the associate sensation around my glob. The tightness, the swelling - indicating the propinquity of my imminent release. I thrust faster, coaxing her slit to milk me harder. The soft flesh of her womanhood tightened around me as if it had wanted me to cum, to sprinkle it with my E. B. White seeds.

Then, a sudden rush of fluid surged through my urethra. My lump tightened and my body tensed. A low groan escaped my throat. My putz twitched violently inside her pussy as pulse of cum shot out from my cock.

The tightening of her pussy around my creaming ray told me that she too was having an coming. She hugged me tighter and her legs wrapped around my fag. She let out a womanly cry as her body trembled.

I lost all of my forcefulness in that instant and collapsed on top of her. She kept holding me soaked as if she 'd feared I 'd pull out. We stayed together like that for a piece until the aftershock of our powerful orgasm slowly subsided.

I rolled onto my rear and breathed a suspiration of emit atonement. God, I had never had such a great sex with Rachel before. I slid my arm under her and pulled her to me. The conclusion thing I remembered before falling asleep was me spooning her.

When morning time came and the bright sunshine washed through the blinds, the horrible Sojourner Truth was finally revealed. I heard a loud shriek coming from my side and I jerked to a wake.

To my utter horror, I saw my girlfriend 's mother, erica, clutching the mantle around her naked trunk, looking like a doe caught in the headlight.

'' What the pit ! '' we both snapped as we sprang away from each other. I went too far back until I dropped onto the flooring.

'' Why are you here ? '' I asked, while hiding behind the bed.

'' The same question I want to ask you. '' she stuttered. Her face was very pale.

'' I thought this is Rachel 's room. '' I looked around and instantly realized how much of an retard I was. The room was obviously the lord chamber from the way it was furnished.

'' This is my room. '' the womanhood cried.

'' I 'm good-for-naught, Mrs. Arnold Palmer. I 'm really drear. '' I picked up my clothes and darted out of the room.

I dressed up as quickly as I could and went down to the sustenance elbow room. Fortunately, Mr. Palmer was still at the same place where I 'd left him. I went straight to the table, grabbed the bottle of champagne that had warmed, and took a duad of swings.

'' roll in the hay fuck shag. '' I muttered to myself. I could never double myself screwing up to such a ruinous degree.

Before I planned to mystify a knife into my substance to spare myself from the guilt feelings and fear, Erica came down. She was dressed with the same clothes she wore yesterday and she went straight to me.

'' This never happened. '' she hissed with tears in her eyes.

Then, she went on clearing up the table and pretended as if everything was normal.

Rachel came down an hr later and Mr. Arnold Palmer woke up around the Sami sentence. true heath by then had cleared up the mess we 've made yesterday and had prepared brunch.

'' Where did you slumber last night ? '' my girlfriend asked curiously, yawning away her grogginess.

I could feel the burning at the stake regard of true heath as if she 's trying to will me not the say the Sojourner Truth. I would n't, of course. `` I slept on the floor. '' I gestured at the carpet.

'' You poor matter. You should have slept with me. '' she rubbed my face.

'' I did n't know where your way is. '' I said guiltily.

That Xmas was the worst Yuletide of my life-time. true heath and I were never on the same friendly price anymore from that day onward. My only wish from Saint Nicholas was that Rachel will never find out what really happened on Thanksgiving dark .