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 bed and tiptoed down the stairsFor Becky, my sister, had big plans elsewheres.She and some friends were on some camping tripSo in her room I went, and my pants I unzipped.I was. It worked and I slid in to the hilt. I was balls deep in my own daughter and it felt amazing. I could still hear the party going on downstairs, the laughing and joking, as I thrust in out of my daughter’s teenage pussy. She was warm and wet and tighter than my wife. I was now over her, looking down into her pert young features, wanting to see pleasure in them but dreading she should open her eyes. I went faster, moving us both up the bed so I could get greater purchase, my knees digging into. “I’ve never done anything like this sir.” I ran my fingers along the ring of his large mushroom shaped head, which elicited a twitch from his cock. I then wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to slowly and gently pump it up and down. I could honestly feel it getting slightly larger. I was bewildered by how large it was. My fingers could almost touch and I could easily put my two hands on his length with room for more. I looked up at him while I stroked his cock and said, “Am . . am I.Read More
