“Ok, girls, you win. I’m getting up. But you’re still going to have to wait before opening any presents.” We all got dressed and headed downstairs. The fire in the stove had gone out so it was as cold as it was dark. Before anything else, I started the coffee pot and built up a new fire in the stove. The girls were huddled on the couch, wrapped in toilet blankets, having lost their excitement to the morning chill. By the time I poured myself interracial a cup of decaf (I was planning on going back to bed after this), the Glory Hole stove was flooding the house with warmth and the girls were regaining their giddiness. I turned on the TV and found the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, setting the volume low to just add a little background noise. Everything was now bright and warm, a perfect Christmas morning. “Girls, time to see what’s in your stockings.” I distributed the giant red socks and the girls exploded in happiness, pouring out the gifts. For Sonja, her stocking was full of tennis balls and frisbees. Momo got a bunch of cat toys and art supplies, one of them being a furry rodent attached to a battery-powered ball. Chloe got an army of Blowjobs beanie babies and other stuffed animals, the little faces and bodies making her eyes widen. I had also mixed candies into the gifts, a little extra sweetness. I still didn’t know if Sonja could handle chocolate, but better to find out now with some small treats than with a big piece of chocolate cake. The girls all had wide grins, hugging their gifts and cheering. And to think, I had originally considered just skipping Christmas. I must have been crazy to even, for a moment, consider not spoiling these girls. “Now it’s time for you Suck to exchange the gifts you made. Chloe, do you want to go first?” Her head drooped, her nervousness returning with the spotlight shined on her. “O-ok. M-Master, I made this for you.” She handed me a large sphere wrapped in newspaper. I had been wondering what it was. It was surprisingly light. I was very careful in removing the cover. On the way out of the building, we stopped at a little shop. Tyshawn thought for a second to try and process what she meant. “You have another orifice which you have already discovered can bring you pleasure?” She prompted. Civil war turned to just ‘war’ as people entrenched themselves in their differences. Damn that female had actually hurt him! “W.what are t.they,” she said nervously. At last, I rolled onto my back and picked Suck Chloe up, sitting her on my face. “Dad, I’m going to clean him up and bandage him.” Mandi said to her father. She turned when she heard me moan from and saw that I was staring at her short nightie and long legs. The pictures I had seen were just like it but this one had my total attention. A minute later, I heard the spin of a block and tackle, and I was pulled upward by my hands until my toes were barely touching the floor. But before she could turn and slap the offending asshole, a girls voice hollered in her ear. Arbor frowned. Ronda helps me pick out three cribs, three swings, and three strollers. She stares back at me every time I make eye contact and her lips move like she’s mouthing words at me. I look back at Twyla and she’s sloshing beneath me. Her hips move when I push Blowjobs hard into her and the wave travels up her abdomen and rocks her big spreading tits. And possible evictions. They're not living toilet creatures. She was told to go and get dressed as we were all Glory Hole going a party, a ploy that was used quite often. � I never wanted to let her go. she went into the bathroom and played with herself for about 10 minutes and then came out. “We are planning to go to Nilaveli beach” Stephanie answered me, “but we’re still not sure how to get there.” “I’m timing you. And within a few more split seconds, I realized that I had already lost that battle--and had reached what I like to call "the point of no return"--when I felt my butt and my leg muscles automatically tighten up, and stay in a interracial contracted position.