seat for Christmas

My lady friend talked me into going to her family's fancy dress Christmas party, OK
bribed me with a suggestion of sex if I went and I was upright. She even ordered my
costume and had it delivered to my study so I could change into it before heading to the party.

pudden-head me did n't look at closely until the afternoon of the party so although I
knew I was going as one of Santa 's helpers I had only quickly looked in the bag.
Luckily I was last to get out that day so I 'm in the men's room putting on the
costume. So far so salutary, whiten T-shirt OK ; long, red, sleeveless vest that at
least covered my cigarette Ok as well. Then the daze I checked what was left in the
bag against the invoice and there was supposed to be a pair of green elastic waist
pants but instead there was only a pair of green tights.

There are a unharmed host of reasons I would not don the tights but telephone number one would
have to be that I was meeting all of my girlfriend's family and first impressions
enumeration and I did n't want that clouded by the image of a man in tights.

I rang my lady friend and she laughed and made jokes while at the Saame prison term giving
me instructions on how to put them on as I was usually pulling them off her. Again
with the laughter. I cut her off and took a deep breath and proceeded to put on the leotards.

Next trouble is I wear boxers so they bunched up and were really uncomfortable to
wear so everything off and then back on with just the tights. Once they were on
and I put the other material on as well it did n't wait as bad as I thought. hoi polloi
would cognise it was a costume and not even think about it.

It was getting nighttime, which was a plus in my book, and snow was starting to precipitate as
I locked up and made my way to my car. I had just sat down when my sound rang,
girlfriend ahh. I was polite and she did n't so much as snicker as she asked for a
pocket-sized party favor, her mother drive could n't make it and as it was on my way could I
picking her up. Agreed, not even married and I 'm under the quarter round. I do n't even get it
regularly anymore.

It was snowing harder by the metre I got to her female parent house, a squeamish two write up
station covered in lighter. I ran to the front room access and knocked, hoping for a speedy
exit. Wrong. Why do woman always lie and tell you they will be ready in a minute.
She opened the door and yanked me in before I could even say hi. She spun
around so her back was to me and told me to zip her up as she was trying to dress
herself and could n't quite get it.

I straightaway noticed lots of bare back as I pulled up the zip, no bra. She
turned back around and was trying to fit her knocker into the loving cup of the dress.
There was n't lots of the dress to be fair. She told me she was a Santa helper as
well, so Santa picks up cocktail waitresses and floozy who knew. She gave my
outfit the once over and commented on the tights.

Now I 'll take on that this is one of those times when you are not certain if you said
the succeeding line or only thought it but I let her know her daughters comment about
not being able-bodied to sleep with a man who wore leotards. There was a recollective silent intermission
as we looked at each early until she said she did n't cause a problem with that.

She told me to follow her upstairs while she finished dressing and of course being
a guy I could n't help oneself but gibe out her stage and arse as she walked in front of me.

Candy cane stockings, white with a red spiral, covered her pegleg from tiptoe to
mid thigh tied off with red ribbon. Tanned figure from the stocking tops to the
curve of her arse was only interrupted by the channel of red satin material emerging
from between her legs and disappearing under her dress. I followed her into her
chamber and when she leant over to apply makeup I got one enormous trice job.

Her legs were apart about shoulder breadth as she bent at the shank so I could see
where the material widened to cover her slit and I was for certain it was already damp.
Her following question threw me for a curved shape as she asked wether her daughter was a
tiger in bed or just a cock teaser. I really had no approximation how to answer that one
but was saved by her telephone set ringing. She talked low on the phone but from the
observation in the mirror I knew she was talking about and looking at me.

She snapped the sound shut and looked out the window before turning towards me. A
quick atmospheric condition update that it was snowing harder and maybe we might be stuck here
for a while. She walked right up close to me and repeated her enquiry from before
the phone call. I was still trying to stammer out an answer when I felt her script
stroking my now erect cock through the textile of the tights.

Moving even closer to me she whispered in my ear that she did n't tease because she
was here to delight and as I opened my mouth to verbalize she covered my rima oris with her
lips and stuck her tongue down my throat.

game, set and match to the female of the mintage as my brain surrendered to hunger
and I wrapped my arms around her and responded in kind with my clapper twitching
around hers and into her oral cavity. My hands on her back were franticly searching for
the zip, they had so recently pulled up, to pull down and get her out of the
costume.

Her hand has rubbing and jerking my cock so hard she must have made a hole in the
material. I found the zip and pulled it down and while still engaged in a lip lock
I pulled the tights clear of my cock so as to forefend any material tan later.

She moved slightly and I felt the wearing apparel drop away and now my hands found smooth
naked, flesh until they hit the exquisitely railway line of textile that divided her back from her stern.
One hand grabbed a glob of each butt joint cheek and ran over the smooth skin before jiggling
each fleshy globe by cupping each cheek.

Now she was kissing her way around my nerve and when her ear was close to my mouth
I whispered into it that her daughter was a turncock puzzler and had n't even given me a BJ let
alone let me fuck her. She stopped, backed away slightly and smiled. next she lowered
herself to the flooring until she was at rooster level and took the bulbous promontory of my tool into
her back talk. I nearly fainted on the smear but managed to nurse stiff, like I had done so many
times with her girl not wanting to waste my cum until it was in a hole.

Looking from over head it was an amazing great deal as my cock vanished inch by inch
into her oral cavity. Normally it 's a seven incher but I was sure it was longer this
prison term. Her mouth worked away at my boner as I held the back of her head so that it
was n't going anywhere. She pulled off leaving track of saliva between peter and
lips before spitting on it as she slid her hand up and down.

Then she did something so weird I did n't want to put it in this tarradiddle.

I was just standing there having my cock sucked like it happened every day when
she pulls it from her mouth and takes a photo of it with the camera in her headphone
and then plunges it back into her rima oris until her nose is buried in my pubic hair.

Again the flash bulb of the camera but I am so into holding mastery of my cum that I
just wiped it from my mind.

Maybe she felt some case of alteration so she let my stopcock go as she stood up stepping
away from me and the clothes on the floor so that now I could see all of her.

Oh my gawd she was fucking hot standing there in her candy cane stockings, teenie
hotdog thong panties and aught else. Her boobs were large but had little sag,
nipples of wickedness pink topped a tan that had n't had a let a stock appearance in ages.

I went to take a measure towards her when I realised that the leotards were about mid
thigh and holding my pegleg together. They quickly came off as well as the relaxation of
my wearing apparel as I bolted to the boobie prizes. I wrapped my arms around her and
buried my grimace in these fleshy pillows of delight suckling on each nipple like a
new born.

I could n't get enough so my hands squeezed the pinhead together so I could nibble on
each mammilla at the Saami metre. Her breasts were puzzle fleshy but house, weighty
but not punishing. Her point was lolling back as I worked each mammilla into rock
inclemency overrefinement and tweaking them as I slathered my own saliva across her flesh.

I had n't noticed but she had slowly walked us backwards until we reached her bed
and as her legs made contact she fell slowly onto the bed where she had shared her
canal delights with her husband and now was about to add another mountain pass to her bed
post.

I did n't fall but gently released her and stood beside the bed erect cock bobbing
with each beat of my meat. Again she surprised me by wrapping my stopcock with her
stocking clad metrical foot. She rubbed it slowly letting me get the feel of the fabric.

One foot moved between my legs and so I assumed the Zen pose. legs spread
and mitt on hips as I watched her not only play with my cock and lump but also play
with herself.

She prodded my bollock with her metrical foot and slid along my butt crack until a nylon
covered toe was nudging my arse golf hole ; I 'll confess I found it a turn on as the toe
twisted and turned at my book binding threshold but my attention was being diverted and focused
on her helping hand as it rubbed the satin material into her twat slit. Then with my stopcock
held fast by both fundament she pulled aside the textile to kick in me a tantalising
glimpse of my adjacent destination.

Feet firmly on my rooster she jerked me forward and I knew the sexual conquest as my tongue
went to work on the hidden treasure behind the material.

She held the cloth aside as my tongue and finger worked as a tag squad on her
pussy. finger thrust into her vagina while natural language worked over her button. Single
digit, joined by a second then three in a little three-sided hero. Hand turned
upside down so my little finger could get in on the action at law.

foursome fingers in tight then spread as they came out, this cleaning lady had given parentage to
two daughters and I did n't even want to suppose how many times she might have been
fucked but her vagina was n't swot up mean but I could feel her musculus wince and
clasp as I pumped away at her.

Her paw locked vice like around my radiocarpal joint and pushed my hand hard against her
vagina trying to pop it around my fist. Here other helping hand was slapping the bed and
her hair was hanging in effort soaked strands across her face.

Then she screamed for me to eff her and as soon as I could extricate my bridge player I
dropped my weight onto her and my cock entered her cavern of mystery story. I was
pumping furiously in seconds as her hips rose to meet each trust. Her legs put away
around my coxa and her fingernails gouged line of descent across back.

Even as breathless as she seemed she repeatedly screamed for me to fuck her and do
it hard. I redoubled my efforts driving her across the bed with each hit. She also
called out to Saint Nicholas about how bad a girl she had been all year. I could feel her
muscles gripping my cock as I hit her with everything but soon my knee began to
aching from this exertion.

Again she seemed to sense my discomfort and pushed me off making hand motions for
me to make a motion around and lie on my back propped up by some pillows. She positioned her
pussy over my pecker and lowered herself on to it and then lying back against my dead body.
I reached around and cupped a tit in each hand and gave her a few moments to
get her breather back.

She levered herself vertical and began humping away on my turncock. With her sitting on
me it was easy to go all the way in and my seven inches never seemed so inadequate
as she slammed her back end into my mid-section driving the air from my lungs with
each bounce. Her knee joint were either English of me and she used one arm for financial support as
I could feel her free paw savagely attacking her clit as she rode my cock.

Now I 'm no virgin, even though I have n't scored in a while with her girl, but this
woman was the most gumptious fuck in my short vocation and there seemed no stopping
her as she once again climbed off and changed attitude switching to all fours.

I slid off the bed and got behind her and was just about to ram her in half by slamming
my cock into her pumped up twat when she told me to fuck her arse.

I hesitated but she assured me she was no anal virgin but to take it slow until I
was well-to-do. My cockhead found the hind end trap and with me gripping my tool
firmly it popped into her quarter Nevil Shute and our unify fuck juice lubricated
everything so with minimal pushing I was severely up against her arse in no clip. Then
I started pumping again.

Oh yeah, her back residence way was much mingy than the front man and I could feel the
clash as I fucked her to the stage of almost passing out once More. I am so
glad there was a blizzard out tonight so that there was no one just departure by
to hear the shriek of pleasure emanating from the bedroom.

All too soon I felt the familiar tingling as my glob carrier bag tightened and my cock
hardened to a rod of steel so I pulled out of her stern and she quickly swung around
to collect all I had to give.

My eyes were closed tight as I fist fucked my cock to the distributor point of detonation and
then it came in a rush as I opened my eyes took a breath and felt weeks of pent up
cum shoot across the gap between us. Her tongue swirled around her lips finding
every driblet of goo and sucking it into her lip.

My cock was red raw from the substantially nooky I have or will ever stimulate. She looked a
wrung out mass, hours of whisker and makeup work smeared and travail soaked in less
than metre than it took to prepare. I also was totally whacked and gasped out the
word exhibitor and she limply pointed to a threshold to the side of meat of the bedroom.

I half expected her to join me but when she did n't render I gave myself a commodity scouring
rinsed off and towelled down and went back to join her. I was surprised to find
her also cleaned up and back in her party dress, which I zipped up again. She had
her phone in her hand so I assumed she had been calling to explain our tardily
arrival.

I dressed quickly and soon we were on the way to the party as if nothing had
happened. She made a spectacular entrance and blamed the Snow on being deep. The relief
of the Nox was a bit of a fuzz of congener, conversations and nutrient so I was
surprised a couple Clarence Day later when I received a few message inviting me to New
days parties and the affiliated photo was of my cock which I was instructed to produce
sure came as well .