Based on "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" by Clement Clark Moore'Twas a night like any other, when all through our homeThe family was silent; so I knew I could roam.I crept out of my. The thought of how his hands would explore my body, ignited an even bigger desire in me that I could not help but explore. As the water and soap ran down my body, I followed the trail to the source that needed to be quenched. I ran my hand over my lovely trimmed mound, slid a finger into my wanting pussy, and let out a moan that made me open my eyes to make sure I was still alone. My brain hoped Brian was still outside but my body had other hopes. The thought had occurred to me that Brian. Maria was wearing her gentleman’s attire this evening, for it was known that Lady Rampton favoured the androgyne. The britches were buttoned just below her knees and silk stockings showed beneath as did fine leather shoes. Above the waist she wore a white silk shirt with a stock at her neck and a small, red velvet waistcoat. I was aware that beneath the britches she wore her customary appendage for it was I who with great pleasure had thus equipped her. She had stroked it lasciviously and said,. When the men saw her eyes open, Derrick told her to bounce her ass up and down like she was doing before he plugged her hole but she didn’t move. “Okay, I admit I should have taken it slower, but I was so angry with you and I wanted to make you pay. I’m sorry. The worst is over, and I’m sure you’ll find once you begin to move that it doesn’t feel that bad. If you move, you can control how fast or how slow you want it to go.” He flexed his dick. “While you were out I flexed and stroked you.Read More
