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   Copyright (c) 2005, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Wednesday, December 14, 2005

   Story codes: M/ff/F con

   Story intro: As in all office environments at Christmas outside
activities among the staff are greatly enhanced.  Don, as usual attempts to
keep a low profile, as it's his desire to spend quality time at his cottage
while the world goes crazy, but that's not to be!!  Leigh, a pussy-whipped
co-worker, is a catalyst that changes what should have been a very quiet
time in Don's life to a shambles.  This is the first of three parts.

   You may want to read `Abbotsville Summer Fair' first, that's the Wyn
connection of this story.

   A Christmas Wish Fulfilled

   Pt.  1 of 3

   Another Story Written by

   Jack Spratt



   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   Another compelling story from Jack, two girls are introduced and couple
of surprises are thrown in just to keep thing interesting, and just in time
for Christmas.  I do hope all of Jack's readers have a meaningful Christmas
and count your blessings, and if you can, do what Jack did - give to
someone that's less fortunate.  George Davis

   *************************** ************************ *************

   What a change in the weather, from long warm lingering days to crisp
invigorating ones; a sure sign winter is around the corner.  With the
change of the seasons, it happens like clockwork, the office staff seems to
take on all kinds of wintry projects, most from which I try to keep my
distance, usually in vain.  That's one of the reasons for my December
blues. Most of the events are family orientated which you would assume
would keep me out of the forefront since my young ones are fully grown and
on the other side of the country, it doesn't.  There's always one or two of
the committee people that sneak through my defenses and nail me.  At this
time of year every time one of my co-workers approaches me, knowing it's
not work related, I cringe.

   Since all know that I'm basically alone and enjoy every moment of it,
many feel it's their duty to make my mundane life as miserable as theirs
during this so called festive season.  Yes, I'm one of the few people that
aren't crazy about Christmas and all the commercializing that starts in
September.

   Office scuttlebutt has Leigh Briggs on the prowl distributing envelopes
to everybody that originated from his wife.  Leigh does exactly what he's
told by his better half, he's a classic example of what's known as a total
pussy whipped male.  She usually runs him ragged not that he doesn't need
the exercise.  Rumor has it she even dresses him.  She's involved with
every cause in Abbotsville and Leigh's her delivery boy, you name it and
you will find Leigh's wife on every committee, his sex life must suck, if
there even is such a thing.  Usually, I accept the item, pay my penance and
hope that's it for a couple of months.  He has hit everybody's cubicle in
the section, mine is next.

   "Don, I was hoping to catch you before you left.  Shirley has another
project called "A Christmas Wish Fulfilled".  I was hoping you would
participate."

   "How much is it going to cost me?"

   No point trying to avoid this; just cut the chase and pay the piper.

   "As much as you think is prudent.  I've a number of envelopes, each has
the name of a child from a financially challenged home; all you have to do
is purchase the child an appropriate Christmas gift and that is it."

   In my mind, I assume it will be a child that a couple of toys for the
age group, a bag of Christmas candies and perhaps some appropriate clothing
would fill the bill, no great problem.

   "I'm always willing to help your wife in her good works.  Give me an
envelope."

   "Thanks Don, I can always count on you.  Once you have the package
complete bring it to the office with the child's name on it and Shirley
will pass it through the system, all the gifts are anonymous."

   "Not a problem, I will take care of it this weekend and you will have it
Monday."

   That's how it started.

   *************************** ************************

   I'm Don Parson.  A widower at fifty-one living alone, my wife died of
cancer over twelve years ago.  I do have two sons who both live and work on
the west coast, haven't seen nor heard from them in years.  My favorite
pastime is spending time at the cottage and all the work that it entails
keeps me in shape, but it doesn't improve my looks.

   I work in the high tech industry and specialize in computer viruses and
some programming.  My specialty is viruses and I've a reputation of being
able to locate and destroy them without losing data.  I wish it was always
the case, but some of the little devils really can make a mess out of our
client's records.

   ********************** ********************

   Slipping the envelope in my pocket, I head home.  My plan is a trip to
the cottage tomorrow, as I want to enjoy the fall colors, beside it's my
private heaven.  The lingering thoughts of the wonderful week spent with
young Wyn always come to mind.  She really made this summer memorable.  A
contented smile creeps to my face as I wish.

   Friday night means Chinese, calling from the office; it's my only stop
before going home.  Any shopping for the cottage can be done tomorrow
morning before leaving Abbotsville.  Once home, I build myself a Black
Russian and enjoy my dinner.  Washing it down with the remains of my drink,
I build another.  There on the hall table is the envelope containing the
child's information.  Might as well get it over with; drink in hand, my
finger slides under the flap.  Inside is a letter sized page with the
following information.

   "Thank you for accepting this very important task.  Fulfilling this will
fulfill one Child's Christmas Dream and you will have the joy of knowing
you are part of that dream.

   There's more of the pep talk stuff which I jump over, but it's the
description of the child that surprises me.

   Child's name: Ryelin/female.

   Child's Measurements: This information is to assist in any clothing
purchases that we strongly recommend be part of your gift.
Height: 4' 5"
Weight: 91 lb.
Bust: 34A
Waste: 26"
Hips: 34"
Shoe size: 7 ½ with a B width, likes heels, two to four inches and

current styles of sport shoes.

   Body Shape: average.

   Likes the colors, blue, green and black, fruity scents, enjoys most
sports, and loves to run in the park.  She is the captain of her school's
basketball team.

   What an interesting name, the letter goes on to say that the applicant
has maintained a B+ average and is planning to go to college hoping to
become a doctor.  She is part of a family of four, headed by a single
mother doing her best to provide for her family.  She is a very deserving
child and anything you can do to make her Christmas memorable would be
answer to "A Christmas Wish Fulfilled".

   ****************** ******************* ********************

   This's not a description of a child but that of a young woman.  A toy
and candy isn't going to cut it.  How and the hell do I get myself into
these messes?  This's actually going to take some thought.  What I know
about the desires of young ladies isn't much, except they do like clothing
and cosmetics.  What they didn't tell me is the young ladies age, hell she
could be ten to eighteen.  The glow of my second Black Russian decides that
a visit to the Gap tomorrow will solve my dilemma.

   It's been a long week, and it's early to bed but first my e-mail.  As
usual mainly spam, if I ever need everything these pharmaceuticals
advertise, I could easily become a full-fledged druggy with a continuous
hardon.  However, one email catches my eye, it's from Wyn.  It's short and
sweet.

   "Don,

   I want to see you."

   Love Wyn.

   My reply's as brief.

   "When?"

   In bed, just the thought of enjoying her beautiful willing body and the
mellow mood the smooth Black Russian's has induced, puts me to sleep in
seconds.

   My interior clock has me awake at six.  Once orientated the realization
it's Saturday and there is a lot to do.  Up and at it, coffee on, the
letter on the table reminds me of one of my duties.  At my computer, Wyn
has already replied.

   "Would today be too soon?"

   By the feel of my now raging hardon, today would be great but how am I
going to do everything planned?

   Sending my response, my hope is she is on line.

   "When and where?"

   While shaving I attempt to plan my day.  The cottage will have to wait
till much later.  The odds are Wyn will want to come here.  After changing
the bed linen, I recheck my email, she's on line.

   "Eleven at the mall, food court, then to your place."

   My reply:

   "See you at eleven."

   That'll give me time to stop at the Gap as they open at 10 AM; hopefully
a sales person will be able to assist me.  Saturday's at this mall are
ridiculous but it's even worse because of the Christmas.  Everybody must
have the same wish, to be frustrated trying to get a decent parking spot.
The only reason I get one relatively close is the fact some asshole backs
out in front of me without looking, after waving my fist at the departing
minivan, I take the spot.

   In the mall it's a zoo, the only redeeming factor is all the young girls
roaming around, many of them causing my lower head to twitch.  Entering the
Gap, an attractive young clerk notices me and gives me a smile, then seems
disappointed there's no one with me.  Walking towards her gets me a
cautious smile.

   "Can I help you?"

   "I certainly hope so, I've a dilemma.  Have you ever heard of "A
Christmas Wish Fulfilled"?"

   "Yes, my aunt is involved with it; it's a very good cause.  I have met
some of the kids concerned, most are from good homes but their parents just
don't have the ability to give them a good Christmas."

   "The fact you know about it will help.  I'm a participant, but have no
idea what to buy, that is where I am hoping you can help."

   Pulling out the letter I hand it to her.  She reads it nodding her head.

   "Can you help?"

   "Certainly, all you have to do is tell me how much you want to spend."

   "That's not a problem; I'll leave it in your capable hands.  I can
return later this afternoon.  But I've one more favor to ask."

   "What is that?"

   "Based on the description of the young lady, would you go to "Victoria's
Secret" and purchase her some appropriate lingerie."

   "Appropriate?"

   "Items you think would go well with the outfits you will be picking out
for her?"

   The term outfits really gets her attention, like more than one, many
perhaps.

   "I'll gladly pay you for your time."

   "I'll do it on my break, and there'll be no paying me.  I'll make a nice
commission on your purchases.  Can I give you my description as well?"

   The name tag say "Hi I'm Alexis".  Which I assume is a short form for
Alexandra.  She is in her late teens guessing eighteen or nineteen.  She
has interesting breasts that are beautifully displayed in very clingy
sweater.  Her nipples are showing, possibly due to the cool air entering
the main doors.

   "Are you ranking yourself with the needy?"

   Her blush is very attractive; it slowly rises up her neck to fill her
face.  She's very embarrassed.

   "So you like Victoria's Secret lingerie too?"

   Not speaking she nods her head.  Just the thought of seeing her in some
of the provocative lingerie brings a smile.  She notices and smiles back.

   "Since you won't take any money for doing me a great service, please
feel free to pick out a couple of matching sets that apparel to you and
consider yourself on my Christmas list.  And please don't worry about the
cost.  Ask the clerk to put yours in a separate bag though; I'll pay for
everything when I pick the purchases.  Also, would you have the clerk have
them all gift wrapped, and that includes yours too.  No peeking until
Christmas."

   Her blush is replaced by a beautiful smile; I watch as she returns to
her counter, that girl has a hellva body.  She turns and gives me an
acknowledging nod; thank goodness my mouth isn't hanging open.  It's ten
forty, time to get to the food court and have a coffee while waiting for
Wyn.

   If you have to wait for someone this is the perfect spot, wave upon wave
of young beauties parade in front of me, several using eye to eye contact,
challenging me.  There's so many and just not enough time.  Several are
knockouts, in looks and mannerisms.  Just looking has me panting for Wyn.
Savoring her young body once more will certainly start the weekend off on
the right track.

   "Miss me, daddy?"

   It's Wyn she has come up on me from behind, I was so intent on watching
the masses, my love went unnoticed.  She's wearing tailored jeans that fit
like a glove; her top is of some soft flowing material that clings to her.
Her makeup is flawless accenting every fine feminine feature of her being,
as my rock solid hardon will attest.

   She's changed since our first meeting, much more mature now, she radiate
an aura of confidence, her movements are even more feminine; watching her
move towards me has me shaking.  She seems to glide over the surface with
grace and confidence.  How I want her.

   "Every day, you look gorgeous."

   She blushes but gives me her winning smile.

   "Can I get you something?  How long are you available?"

   "Yes please, a hot chocolate would do nicely.  I'm yours till three; I
have to be home by four.  Mom thinks I am window shopping, she knows I have
no money."

   "You always have money, I will be happy to buy you anything you need."

   "I don't want to impose."

   "You can't, I enjoy helping people and you're a people."

   Her hand touches mine; the heat goes right where it isn't needed.  As we
look into each other's eyes, something catches her attention.

   "Is that girl from the Gap trying to get your attention?"

   Turning I see Alexis giving me the high sign.

   "Excuse me, I'll be right back."

   Alexis tells me that everything at Victoria's Secret is ready and if I'm
able to wait ten more minutes, she'll be ready as well.  All this time, I
can feel the glare of Wyn's eyes burning a hole in back.  Alexis mentions
on how attractive my friend looks.  Returning to Wyn gets me the third
degree.

   "Are you buying clothes for someone?"

   She's jealous.  Handing her the 'Christmas Wish Fulfilled' letter her
face mellows then she gives me a warm smile.

   "You're helping someone you don't even know, how sweet."

   "When my co-worker nailed me with this I assumed it would be a child, so
a few toys and some clothing and candy would take care of it.  But when I
read the description, my ideas wouldn't do, so I came early and Alexis is
the clerk who approached me, her aunt is also involved with it, she is just
finishing up the selections and all should be ready in a few minutes; can
you wait?"

   "Alexis?"

   "The young lady you saw from the Gap."

   "You're going to make that girl's Christmas; it'll certainly be one that
she'll never forget.  I'm so proud of you."

   She leans over and kisses my cheek.  Now I'm blushing, looking around
nobody is the least bit interested in me and my daughter by choice.  Being
called daddy by Wyn has a nice ring to it.

   "Speaking of Christmas, can I do something for you and your family?"

   "You have done so much for me already."

   "You didn't answer the question."

   This time I notice Alexis, excusing myself, I first go to Victoria's
Secret, paying and picking up everything except a small bag which the clerk
mentions is for Alexis, how I would have love to look into that bag.  Then
over to the Gap, Alexis presents me with four bags and the bill.  The young
girl or woman is going to have a memorable Christmas, I hope everything
fits.  Loaded with the packages I head back too Wyn.

   "You bought her Victoria's Secret?"

   "You liked them so I thought maybe the young recipient would as well."

   "That is why I love you.  Can we go now?"

   "Follow me."

   In no time we are nosing the Suburban into the garage and watching the
door slowly close.  By the time the garage door closes, I am at the
passenger door, once opened Wyn is in my arms, her face buried in the nap
of my neck.  She body trembles from a sob.  This's something not expected.

   She gives me a very passionate kiss.  I think my toes curled.  Her legs
are extended back displaying her beautiful calves.  Knowing the treasures
that lurk between her thighs has me savoring what is to come.

   "What is wrong?"

   "Nothing daddy, I am so happy to be with you.  Every night while going
to sleep, my mind relives the time we spent at the cottage.  I wish we were
there right now."

   "Rock climbing I bet."

   Her scent and my memories have me wishing the same thing, no not the
rock climbing, it was a wonderful week.  Carrying her to the bedroom, she
lets me drop her to the bed.  Smiling she stands and quickly sheds most of
her clothing, leaving on her bra and her O-Ring V-string, both just happen
to be from Victoria's Secret and were acquired this summer while at the
cottage.  She looks ravishing.

   "I wore these for you, daddy, I know how you like them."

   "On you anything would look good."

   "Daddy, get undressed, I want to see you."

   She now has a wicked grin on her face reminding me of how she is able
manipulate me to do anything she wants.  Once my cock is exposed she is on
me like a panther.  Her fingers explore my shaft and then she hefts my
balls.

   "Daddy, I missed doing this and sucking you.  I really wish we could see
more of each other."

   "What a pleasant thought, having you hanging around all the time."

   "What do you mean hanging around?"

   With that she has the better part of my tool in her mouth, her tongue
washing over my massive cock head.  She does have an educated mouth. 
Sensing how close to exploding I am she stops, looks at me smacking her
lips.

   "Humm, I really miss tasting you.  Maybe I could just remove this part
of you and take it home."

   Her fingers representing scissors are cutting off my tool.

   "I really don't think I would like that, how would I satisfy all my
other admirers?"

   "There better not be too many.  Let's not talk about that, daddy, I want
you to fuck me."

   Not wanting to rush this, my face is against her pussy, using my nose to
separate her massive lips; my tongue enjoys the exposed fruits of my labor.
Her juice is flowing freely; her clitoris extended begging for attention.
Three times Wyn goes into the throes of a climax, her body quivering with
passion.  Throughout her enjoyment she continually mumbles.

   "Daddy, oh daddy."

   Repeating those words over and over, it's times like this; I wish she
was my daughter.  When my tongue tries to enter her wrinkle asshole, she
attempts to push against me for insertion.  All of her openings are begging
for attention.  Finally she pushes me away.

   "Daddy enough already, come lay beside me, it's my turn."

   There is a tranquil look on her face as she explores my shaft and balls.
Gently kissing the tip, she squeezes the shaft licking the precum as it
continually beads on my slit.  She seems to savor the taste as I have
enjoyed her.  Her animal scent is still on my face.

   "I love the taste of you."

   "I love you tasting me."

   She hovers over my body, my shaft deeply embedded into her.  There's a
look of satisfaction on her face.  She's enticing, maximizing every
movement as she brings me to the brink, then stops, all the time smiling
knowing her control over me.

   "Daddy, I want you to cum in my mouth then I'll get you hard again."

   Nodding, all I desire is relief, the sooner the better.  She pulls off
me and turns, her mouth engulfing me again and she attempts to deep throat
me.  This's something new.  That would have kept my attention except my
heels dig into the mattress forcing my body upwards.  Wyn's throat tightens
on my bulbous head, then the explosion, she takes the first string down her
throat and then moves up my shaft to accept the bulk of my gift.  Her
tongue slides over the tip, then she gulps and swallows, she has always
managed to accept my contributions without losing a drop.  She squeezes my
shaft to extract every drop, looks up at me and smacks her lips.

   "I missed doing that.  I really do like the taste, like you enjoy
licking me.  Rest for a while then I'll make you hard.  I want to feel you
in me again."

   She snuggles up to me, her face on my chest, and my nose in her hair. 
It always smells so good, shampoo, perfume and her natural feminine scent.
The bedroom reeks of sex, my sperm and her liquid love potion.

   "I miss you Wyn, you have no idea how often I thought of you and our
time at the cottage."

   Leaning over she offers me her lips, they taste of me and of her.  Her
tongue plays tag with mine.  She feels so good against me.  As she promised
my tool is now standing proud again even after her expert mouth did its
job. Pushing me to the edge of bed she situates herself on her back legs
spread.

   "Daddy, love me."

   I did, not once but twice before showering together, giving me more
chances to enjoy the sight and feel of her body.  We managed to return to
the mall shortly after three, parking is still a bitch.  She wouldn't let
me drive her home not wanting her sisters to know we met.  They'd want
equal time.

   Watching her leave is hard, all I could think of is how enjoyable it
would be to have her as my company at the cottage for the balance of the
weekend, but it was not to be.  Prior to leaving the mall, a trip to
Wal-Mart gets me a box and wrapping for Ryelin's Christmas package plus a
box of chocolates and a gift certificate for her also.  Not wanting to buy
makeup and scent she may not want, this's the next best thing.  Every base
is covered.  It does make me feel good.  Maybe I should ask Leigh for
another envelope, not.

   At home, airing the bedroom is not an option but a necessity.  The scent
of sperm and Wyn's luxurious pussy juice seems to permeate everything. 
With the blue bed linen speckled with creamy white blobs of our love making
now in the washer I go over my list for the cottage; there's nothing major
all can be purchased at the general store near the cottage and with likely
a lot less hassle.  Now packed, the linen in the dryer I'm off.

   ******************** ************************

   This time of year is bitter sweet, sweet with all the colors, the brisk
air, and the general good feeling about the world, bitter with the
knowledge it will be ending shortly with the snow that will like be falling
in a few short weeks.  The Suburban does allow me to traverse the road in
the winter as long as the drifts don't reach over four feet.  The four
wheel drive with winter tires are usually enough.  There has only been
twice that I couldn't make it.

   Shopping at the general store took all of twenty minutes; it would have
taken that long to find a parking spot in the city.  Leaves and some
branches cover the trail leading to the cottage.  Once unloaded and armed
with a fresh brewed coffee, the Black Russian will come later; I remove the
gift boxes from the shopping bags.  Being a male we like to do things
practically.  First is the box of chocolates and the gift certificate in
the bottom, then the larger Gap boxes.  The Victoria's Secret selections
intrigue me, but I cannot open them and will only have to remember from
others what they might be.  My imagination is running.  Neatly placing the
smaller Victoria's Secret boxes on top of the Gap boxes; I can only imagine
the selection of thongs, O-Ring V-strings and those lacy boy cuts in them.
I proceed to seal the box, and then wrap it with the appropriate holiday
paper, and presto the job is done.  All it takes is the proper planning. 
Putting it at the door, I'll present it to Leigh Monday morning.

   All work weeks should start on Wednesday as Mondays are such a bitch. 
Today's no different.  Every Monday it's like all hell breaks loose.  It's
so bad I nearly forgot to give Leigh the package.  For a second, I thought
about asking for a second envelop again, then sanity over took that crazy
thought and I kept my mouth shut.

   ************* ****************** ********************

   It's now the end of November, the weather is reflecting it, we have had
a few snow falls nothing that stayed but it makes it sloppy and damp.  When
the sun does come out it's welcome.  I have enjoyed the company of Wyn
three times recently, once with her family.  After a lot of pressure she
agreed that it would be nice to take the family out for dinner.  It was a
fun evening.  After dinner her mom took me aside and thanked me for one of
the best family events they have had in a long time.  She offered me much
more if we could be alone.  The black dress shows all kinds of promise from
its tight fitting bodice, displaying ample skin, to the form fitting skirt
clinging to her hips.  It's an offer that couldn't be refused.  Dinner
ended at seven and after driving the girls' home, and on pretence of
driving to the mall for some Christmas shopping; she and I left the girls.
Wyn isn't to be fooled, she had that damn grin on her face; she also stuck
her tongue out at me, and then licked her lips.  We're on our way.

   "Let's go to your place.  It's has been a long time since I felt so
comfortable with a man.  I can understand why the girls love you so much,
especially Wyn."

   The last thing I want to talk about is her daughters.  Sara has to
suspect there is something between us.  Wyn is my first and my favorite,
but Kristi and Sherry have given me their all as well.  The fact that I've
enjoyed all four females of the family has me feeling uncomfortable, but
not for long.  Stretching her legs causes her skirt to rise exposing the
top of her nylons.  They are the stay-up fashion exposing that wonderful
area of bare skin from their tops to her panties.  My imagination is
attempting to guess what type she is wearing.

   As it isn't the first time we have been together, she knows the layout,
with a glass of wine for her and a Black Russian for me, I find her already
comfortable in bed.  Handing her the wine, I undress.

   "That is what I like about you, there is no rush, you give me the
impression you enjoy every minute of my company savoring our intimacy to
the fullest."

   "I do, I consider it a gift of the highest order.  Which reminds me; you
know I love un-wrapping my gifts."

   With that she drew back the covers revealing her demi-bra and matching
thong.  Neither is made to cover much but their teasing effect registers
well on my peter meter.  Kissing her, and then using butterfly kisses I
travel down the peaks and hollows of her body, stopping long enough to
remove her bra, kissing both hard nipples then proceeding lower.  There is
a soft murmur of pleasure from her that gets louder at every erotic area of
her body.  Tonguing her belly button has her body bouncing as she tries to
dissuade me from that touchy spot.  Nothing she attempts deters me from my
goal.  Finally at her thong, her scent is overwhelming.  Like her daughter,
her luv juice flows freely and voluminously.  Pulling her thong over her
womanly hips gives me pause to enjoy the marvelous view of a mature loving
woman.  Her luv lips are full, moist and inviting.  Sucking on her clitoris
brings on movement like a bucking bronco but my reward is her stiffening
body and a momentous climax.  Her juice flows freely, so much so, there is
no way to capture it all and the surplus accumulates on the sheets.  Paying
homage to the pussy that provided the world with three beautiful
girls/women, I continue to lick and suck.

   "Enough, I can't take any more.  Even my ribs hurt; you make me feel
like a woman."

   Toning down my efforts, I concentrate on her inner thighs kissing and
licking, touching her clitoris results in an addition climax.  Why someone
hasn't been chasing this woman is beyond me.  She is very willing partner.

   "As much as I like this we have to leave shortly, I am Christmas
shopping remember?"

   Leaving my warm nestling area, she arranges her body in the missionary
position and welcomes me.  Slipping home, she pulls me down onto her,
wanting my full weight.  She is so soft and comforting.

   "If feels so good to have in inside of me and your body covering me. 
You're so warm."

   My temperature probe is warm as well and is nearing the point of no
return.  Sara senses my predicament, ejaculating she raises her hips for
the full brunt.  We lay as one until my hero slips out of its home.

   "I've time for a quick shower to get the smell off me.  The girls will
suspect but I don't want to give them proof."

   "I can help."

   "Like hell, you stay right there, if you come in we will never get home
in a plausible time."

   With Sara showering I enjoy the afterglow of her visit.  When the water
stops I get up and dress.  She is right; I smell like an arm pit; covered
with pussy juice, a shower will be the first order of business after
dropping off Sara.

   ***************** ******************** *********************

   December comes in like a lion, snow, snow and more snow.  I had planned
on a few trips to the cottage but after a call to the general store that
idea is scrapped, the roads are still impassable.  My weekends are spent on
the net and visiting the mall.  On the Saturday in mid-December I'm
surprised to look up and see Alexis from the Gap.

   "How are you Mr.  Parson?"

   "Fine, Alexis, but please call me Don.  Mr.  Parson sound so formal."

   "I've a bit of news for you Don.  Remember that 'A Christmas Wish
Fulfilled' package you had me help you with?  The young lady came to our
store yesterday; it seems that some of the items were not the correct
size."

   Confused, it was my understanding that the gifts are anonymous, beside
Christmas is nearly two weeks away, like many girls/women curiosity must
have got the better of her but how would the young lady know where the
items came from, she could figure out the Gap and Victoria's Secret but the
exact store, unless she is a psychic.

   "How did she manage to find your store?  The gifts were anonymous."

   "I have to admit it is my fault.  I put a business card in one of the
bags with all the gift wrapped boxes, but it was for your benefit, you
didn't even look to see what you paid for did you?"

   Recalling the only bags I was interested in was the one for her,
wondering what lingerie she had picked out for herself at Victoria's
Secret. My blush tells her observation is correct.

   "I...  I couldn't very well look in the boxes as they were wrapped; I
just put them in a larger box to take to my co-worker that was collecting
the gifts.

   "It was tucked under the edge of a ribbon.  Anyway she found the card
and called me asking if she could exchange some articles, she hadn't taken
them out of the packages so I told her to come in.  I knew where to find
the transaction number so exchange wouldn't be a problem."

   "What was wrong with the items you picked out?"

   "Nothing, she had had a growth spurt since the letter was completed. 
The bras were too small.  My friend at Victoria's Secret actually took the
time to fit her with the correct size."

   "Thank her for me, and thank you for taking the time with her.  That is
beyond the call of duty."

   "It was no problem.  She left the mall a very happy girl.  She asked
about you."

   "Me?"

   "Yes she was very curious about the person who took the time to purchase
all the wonderful items.  She managed to find every one of them on the net
and knows the cost involved.  She begged me to tell her who the benefactor
is.  All I told her it was a male.  That really surprised her."

   "I'm happy for her.  At least I know that the gifts were appreciated."

   "Would you like to see her?"

   "How can I do that?"

   "She will be here in about twenty minutes.  We had to do some
alterations on a pair of slacks.  She's to pick them up at twelve."

   Curiosity has the better of me.  I know I shouldn't but what the hell,
it will be nice to see the girl, the Christmas spirit and all that sort of
stuff.  You believe that right.

   "Assuming I do how would you work it?"

   "Well, she will come in looking for me and when she does, I'll walk her
to the door and smile at you.  She'll be the one with me.  You can sit here
and enjoy your coffee."

   "I'll be looking for you."

   "I have to go shortly; my break is just about over."

   "You mentioned you left your business card in the bags for me, why was
that?"

   Alexis has a beautiful blush.  Not only that, it seems to be attached to
my tool as it's growing as well.  She is a very attractive young lady and
remains silent and embarrassed as I wait for an explanation.  None
forthcoming:
"I hope this isn't too direct, would you like to join me for dinner

tonight?  I know it is short notice."

   "I would like that."

   "What time are you off?"

   "I am late tonight, six thirty."

   "Can I pick you up here?"

   "Yes, but give me till seven."

   "I will attempt to make a reservation, see you at seven."

   When she leaves, my eyes take in her beautiful behind.  She has
well-toned long legs.  Her blond hair is piled on her shoulders.  At least
tonight won't be a loss, even if it's just for dinner; she's very easy on
the eyes.  Fortunately, I'm able to get the reservation; the seven o'clock
date gives me time to go home, shower and change.  It can't hurt to try and
impress.

   With another large coffee, I start my vigil.  All kinds of thoughts are
going through my mind.  The fact that she has larger breasts has me
picturing a young lady, age, well that is the quandary, what age; and the
fact of the larger breasts doesn't help in the determination as the
continuous parade of young beauties in the mall will attest.  Some are
completely flat while others of their peers are well endowed; age isn't a
factor for the size of breasts.  My imagination runs the gambit as the
procession of young beauties pass by.  Then an eerie feeling brings me back
to the present, it's nearly twelve.  Moving my chair, the entrance to the
Gap is the centre of my field of vision, there's no way I can miss Alexis.

   Several clients enter and exit with no sign from Alexis.  A number of
them have me savoring the possibility they are my mysterious recipient. 
Then as my eyes are following a very interesting protruding bottom, I catch
a movement to my left it's Alexis.  She is talking to young black girl with
her back to me; she has legs that just don't quit.  The short blue pleated
skirt she is wearing accents her long willowy limbs.  The matching top
reminds me of a school uniform.  Her color is of light coffee, alluring in
shading, enticing to look at.  Her hair surprises me; it is long and
flowing.  Alexis turns and looks at me then points to Victoria's Secret. 
The young lady turns to look giving me a view of an angel.

   Her face is striking; so much so every male that passes gives her a
double take.  Actually one is so taken in, he runs into a bench nearly
bowling himself over.  The embarrassing look on his face is priceless.  Her
lips are full, expertly coated with a deep red lip-gloss.  Even from this
distance, her eyes are radiant, accented by shadow and eyeliner.  Then she
leaves, I watch her suave body as she disappears into the crowd.  She
doesn't walk she flows.  Seeing her has put a big lump in my throat, making
me feel proud to have helped her Christmas.

   ************** ******************* ***********************

   At my favorite table just outside of the Gap, I wait for Alexis.  The
parade of beauties hasn't stopped; with multiple theatres in the Mall, they
are a magnet to the young crowd.  Finally Alexis appears at the entrance,
spotting me her face fills with a devastating smile.  She is wearing black
tailored slacks, a soft blue blouse that tells the world she has an
appealing set.  Getting up, I greet her.

   "That is a very becoming outfit."

   "Thank you, it's new."

   "You hungry?"

   "Famished."

   "Good, so am I."

   The restaurant is part of the mall.  The aroma of food hits us as we are
seated.  There is the usual Saturday crowd; with the accompanying low din
of conversation.  With drinks ordered we peruse the menu, she selects a
chicken dish, me a steak.

   "You had a busy day today?"

   "Saturday's are always busy, I was happy to see six-thirty roll around.
We have a complete bathroom at the store, I showered and got ready.  It's
nice just to be able to sit and be served."

   "Glad to help.  How did your stint with Ryelin go?"

   "She's a delightful girl and very attractive don't you think?"

   No answer is necessary; my stupid look tells her I agree.

   "Yes, from the little bit I saw of her."

   "She's a hit with all the men passing by."

   "I noticed that."

   "She asked about your again, begging me to give her a hint as to who you
are.  I didn't budge.  She's still imagining her benefactor."

   "Do you know anything about her?"

   "A bit, she lives in the Vaughan area, her last name is Milne; she's
twelve, although she looks a lot older and enjoys school.  She hasn't got a
boyfriend but says she's looking.  She has two sisters, one ten and the
other eleven, all were in the Christmas program, your package was the best
of the three.  Her sisters are very envious; all they got was a few toys
and socks."

   Of course, my thoughts are do her sisters look as good as she?  Looking
at Alexis reminds me to concentrate on the company at hand and not on my
imagination.  Watching Alexis speak draws my attention to her luscious
lips. Does she have a steady?  With her looks she has to have.  Where is he
tonight?

   "For me it's a little thing, easily affordable, it does make me feel
good about the season doing something for someone else.  Christmas is
usually a pain for me, too much commercialism.  I usually go to my cottage
assuming I can get to it."

   "That sounds so lonely, do you go alone?"

   "Usually, I have very few guests, my choice, it's my retreat."

   "It must be beautiful in the winter with all the snow."

   "That it's, very tranquil.  Do you have a boyfriend?"

   Blurting it out took her by surprise.  She looks down to avoiding eye
contact.

   "No, haven't found the right one yet."

   With that embarrassment over, our meals are served.  Famished we both
dig in.  I can't help but stare.  Even eating Alexis's movements are so
feminine.  She is wearing a subtle scent that transcends all the other
scents in the restaurant.  Her hair moves like the television commercial,
flowing like water, all I can think of is burying my face in it.

   "How's the meal?"

   "Good as always, I eat here a couple of times a month and have never
been disappointed.  How is the steak?"

   "Tender and very tasty, I enjoy a good steak."

   The waiter comes by asking the usual.  Alexis takes him up on the offer
for dessert, me a coffee.  She does the dessert justice, I enjoy watching
her.

   "Do you live close?"

   "In the Windom section, I use public transit."

   "That isn't too far from my area."

   Now I would like more from Alexis, but really don't know how to approach
it.  I can't come out and ask her to go to come home with me; it's too
crude.  I don't even know if we are on the same wave length.

   "Do you have anything planned for the evening?"

   It's a lame comment, but it's a start.

   "No, I usually go home Saturday night pooped, have a shower watch a bit
of television then crash.  But if you have another idea, I am open for
suggestions."

   Here goes nothing.

   "Can I offer you an aperitif; I have a large selection at my home."

   Her smile brightens, her hand grasps mine, and the heat goes right to my
lions.

   "That would be nice."

   After paying the bill, I assist her with her coat and lead her to the
Suburban, and as a gentleman assist her to the seat.  This close her
perfume is killing me.  The desire to grasp her and kiss is so strong.

   During the trip home her banter is light and general in context. 
Pulling onto my street she perks up.  All the homes are rather large and
well maintained.  In the driveway she looks at the house.

   "You live here alone?"

   "Yes, why do you ask?"

   "It's so big."

   "When my wife passed away, I thought of moving but itk's like an old
pair of shoes, comfortable."

   Inside assisting her with her coat my eyes can't help but enjoy the flow
of her body, up close her breasts are enormous for her body.  It takes will
power not to embarrass myself.  Her scent fills the room.  Watching her
move is a treat.

   "So what can I get you?"

   "What are you offering?"

   How do I take that?  She is smiling, a provocative smile, like she is
daring me.

   "Coffee, tea or me?"

   Her smile magnifies, she moves towards me like a preening cat.

   "Now you are an offer I can accept.  Lead the way."

   Giving into an overwhelming urge, I encircle her body, pulling her close
then grinding my protrusion against her pubes.  Or lips meet for the first
time, so soft, so exhilarating.  Her tongue is at my lips, opening she
enters.  Breaking for air, I lead her upstairs to the bedroom.  She looks
at me and slowly unbuttons her top.  Not to be outdone, my clothes are in a
pile in seconds.  My John Thomas is sticking out proud and ready for
action.

   Sitting on the bed, I'm mesmerized.  She is purposely drawing out the
ritual of undressing all the while she stares at my tool.  Finally she is
down to her bra and matching thong.

   "These are two of the items you bought for me.  The material feels so
soft, feel it."

   She's beside me, my hand first at her breast, feeling a very hard
nipple, and then gingerly, my shaking fingers touch her camel toe.  There
is heat and just a hint of moisture; she's as excited and nervous as me. 
Unable to resist any longer, my face is into her thong inhaling her scent.
Now there is moisture.  My fingers in the waistband lower the last barrier
between me and heaven.  There's a very small tuff of hair just above a very
proud clitoris, now out of its hood.  I gently force her to the bed, with
her legs spread.  The wonder between her legs demands attention, it
radiates warmth and appeal.  Lower my face, her animal scent takes over
pulling me in.  First to her massive luv lips, moist and tasty, then to her
clitoris; when my tongue touches it, her body flexes, her hands are on the
back my head pulling me in, her moaning sounds indicate this is what she
needs.

   Within minutes it's evident that Alexis is a real moaner, after four
strong climaxes her production of tasty juice seems to increase having me
swallow continually.  Eating pussy has been a passion since first
discovering the wonders between girl's legs.  Alexis's elixir is one of the
supreme tastes.

   "Enough please stop.  I can't take much more."

   Looking up from heaven she has a pleading look.  Lifting my head, she
smiles and then starts laughing.

   "Sorry for laughing but you look a mess, did I do that?"

   That being her juice coating my face, from my nose to my neck, now small
droplets are slowly running down my body.  She looks so angelic.

   "You have me shaking like a leaf; nobody has made me cum like that.  I
knew there was something about you that really appealed to me."

   "Glad to be of service, I'm available anytime the need arises."

   Leaning over she encircles my neck kissing me and tasting herself. 
Cuddling close, my hands explore her body in greater detail.  Her breasts
are firm with hard sensitive nipples the size of my index finger to the
first joint, each time I graze one she sucks in her breath.

   "That feels so good, I can't believe how you make me feel."

   "Good, I hope?"

   "The best."

   Her body scent is intoxicating.  Actually everything about her is
intoxicating.  She moves her body into the missionary position.  Moving
above her, she grabs my tool guiding it to heaven.  There's no resistance
but she is tight.  Joined at the hips I lay still savoring the sensation.

   "Don, this's the first time I've ever enjoyed the feeling of a man in
me."

   "Our aim is to please."

   "No really, I mean it."

   "So you are saying all the others were brutes?"

   "Actually only one other, and that was three years ago."

   How and the hell could the young men in this city not pursue such a
beauty?  It doesn't make any sense.  I've the feeling there is more behind
this than she is telling me, but I remain quiet enjoying what she's
sharing.

   "It was in the back seat of a car, we were both so young.  It really
hurt.  But with you, it's so different."

   "I'm your second?"

   Her body trembles, she tries to bury her face in my neck, forcing her
close, I kiss the tears from her eyes, then kiss her.  She is lifting her
body upwards to make sure we do not loose contact.

   "Yes.  There have been many dates but after that first experience there
usually wasn't any seconds.  I couldn't bring myself to trust anyone."

   "So why me?"

   "There was something about you, how we met, you wanting to do something
wonderful for a young lady you knew nothing about and the fact you were
really concerned that your gifts were appropriate."

   "Alexis, I don't know how to thank you for sharing, you're truly a
remarkable young woman."

   With that she initiates a pumping action against my hips, the rhythm is
automatic.  My thoughts are to extend the feeling; but from the thrusts
hers is to have a vaginal climax.  She succeeded, I didn't.  There's no
holding back, when she lifted her body upwards and froze my body reacted
with one of the hardest ejaculations, surge after surge of hot cream flows
deep.  Her arms encircle my neck and she squeezes.

   "Another first, is it always like this?"

   "It is with me; at least that is my goal.  I do everything possible to
satisfy my partners, it's the least I can do."

   "I knew there was something about you.  How do I know the good guys from
the not so good?"

   "That has always been the fifty dollar question.  The only thing I can
suggest is attitude and your intuition."

   She kisses me using her tongue, even her tongue tastes good.  The scent
of sex fills the bedroom.  The sheets are sticky with cum from both of us.

   "Now would you like that aperitif?"

   She look is puzzled then she starts laughing.

   "Perhaps we should shower first, does it always smell like this after
sex?"

   "After good sex, yes."

   "We were good?"

   "The best."

   She insisted we shower together; actually it didn't take too much
persuading.  Watching the suds flow off her body resulted in another hardon
for me.  When she leaned over with her back facing me, her rosy rimmed
asshole is prevalent.  From what she mentioned it has to be a virgin
opening.  Has she every given a blowjob, so many unanswered question.

   "Quite staring at me and take care of business, it looks like you are
ready again."

   "Only if you are."

   She is in my arms, our body's rubbing, and my cock slips between her
legs rubbing up and down her prominent slit.  If she leans over, she will
get the surprise of her life, sex in the shower.

   "I feel so comfortable with you.  This is not good for me."

   "And why not?"

   "I could get used to it."

   After drying, she takes a towel and ties it around her chest; it really
didn't do much as her pussy and beautiful ass is exposed.  My towel looks
ridiculous with my cock protruding outwards.

   Sitting across from each other, my eyes couldn't keep from enjoying her
swollen pussy.  Her luv lips are full, now with a beautiful shade of pink
from our romp.

   "It is late, I should be going home."

   "Do you work tomorrow?"

   "Yes; but not till two."

   "Would you like to stay the night?"

   "Yes."

   Before returning to bed, I change the sheets.  Alexis helps minus her
towel, she is a hellva distraction.  Returning to the bedroom, after the
sheets are in the washer, Alexis is already in bed.  Our second love making
is very slow and paced.  Finally climaxing we fall asleep in each other
arms.

   At one, I drove her to her apartment, she changed.  We arrived at the
mall at one-thirty, and then enjoy a coffee with her.

   "Don, I have another confession to make."

   "Pray tell; what is it this time?"

   "I told Ryelin who her Santa Claus was.  She will likely be trying to
contact you."

   "You didn't!"

   "I did and after last night I know it was the right thing to do.  You
are a fantastic man and she should know that."

   "I don't know what to do with you."

   "Oh yes you do and you do it very well."

   With that she left to go to work.  I watch as she walks to the Gap, she
turns and waves throwing me a kiss.  Still nursing my coffee, I mull over
this new bit of news.  Of the little I saw of Ryelin, she is someone who
intrigues me and realize nothing is likely to come of it except in my mind.

   On the way home, the trip to the cottage has me wondering should it
happen.  It's so late, there would only be Saturday evening and then
returning Sunday afternoon, it hardly seemed worth it.  It's all because of
enjoying Alexis.

   At home, still contemplating what to do with the balance of the weekend,
I grab a fresh coffee while reading my email.  My eyes target one from Wyn,
addressed to Daddy, she tells me of her day and how much she wishes she was
my daughter.  The last line is a query of when we can meet again.  The
thought of her, then Alexis enters my mind; I do believe I have started
something.  Deleting numerous spams, an email address, rye@gmail.com
catches my eye.  It couldn't be there is no way she could get my addy.  It
reads.

   'Mr.  Parson.

   I want to thank you for all the wonderful gifts.  You have made this
Christmas one of the best in my life.

   I would like to say thanks in person, but I don't know where you live.
Please email me.

   Ryelin.'

   She has my email addy but not my address, how did she get it?  There is
a rift in my mind, should I pursue this or not.  One side says no, it isn't
right that I should meet someone under these circumstances, someone that
may feel beholding to me.  That's the conservative side, the other side
says, she is a beautiful young preteen and of your favorite color, you've
seen her, you want her, so go for it and the plus is she has two sisters.
Looking out the window has another surprise it is snowing.

   This's going to take some serious thought.  It's totally up to me, as
this situation isn't something you can confide in with anyone, at least no
one I know.  Maybe the influence of a Black Russian will help.  At this
point the trip to the cottage is again put on the back burner, and then I
realize it is all up to me, nobody can influence the outcome one way or
another.  Hell, you know what is going to happen.  My answer is as follows.

   'Ryelin,

   How did you get my email addy?

   Don.'

   That's the coward's way out.  Maybe another Black Russian will solidify
my back bone.  It's still snowing, actually the walk is now covered and the
trees are taking on a cloak of white.  The neighbors who take the time to
decorate for the season are now reaping the benefits as the snow brings
their efforts to the forefront.  So much for the trip to the cottage, I can
putter around the house tomorrow.

   The news hasn't changed; the only thing is the location of the disaster.
This week it is Pakistan with its earthquakes.  What a mess.  The appeal
for aid is on all channels, but it has me wondering for a country that
spends billions on armaments that have actually no human value, why would
they need aid, just redirect the funds to help the masses, so much for my
soap box.

   Since my plans for tomorrow have changed, a third Black Russian isn't
going to hurt.  Passing the computer, the new mail symbol is showing, yes
curiously killed the cat but you know what I am thinking.

   There is that email addy that started my quandary earlier.  Clicking of
the message it reads.

   'Don.

   I convinced the Sales Clerk Alexis to give me your name and did a
search; it came up with the name of your firm, a list of the employees,
their functions and email address.  There were some listings about company
volunteers and I started opening each one, in one of them I found a
reference to your name and where you had volunteered to help with a school
project.  I just took a chance it was the right person.

   I still would like to meet you.  I will be at the mall where the Gap is
located.  Do you live close?  Will you please meet me?  I so much want too.

   Ryelin.'

   Hell, Mary got me into that situation as well, and that was nearly four
years ago.  She volunteered and thought I should as well.  There is no
denying her when she is focused.  So that part of the mystery is cleared
up, now what?  Still toying with the idea of the third Black Russian, I
finally dismiss it and brew a coffee instead.  It is going to take a clear
head to think this through.  With the coffee perking, I hit the shower. 
Closing my eyes as the water floods my face Ryelin's face comes into my
mind.  Everything I recall screams at me to meet her.  What can it hurt? 
But I know what my dark desires are the same with the majority of the young
ladies and Ryelin has so many positives.

   Dressed in my robe and sitting in front of the computer her message is
filling the screen, the cursor flashing, and trips a brain cell that
repeats the same phrase over and over.  'Answer her stupid!' 'Answer her
stupid!' And this is the reply.
'Ryelin:
I will be in the food court in front of the Gap tomorrow morning at

eleven.  If you don't show I will understand.

   Don.'

   Hitting the 'send' button, it's done.  Why is my body trembling? 
Nothing has happened and likely won't but it's my damn imagination.  It's
late, time for bed.  Sleep is a long time coming, it's like something is
bothering me, and then I realize it's tomorrow and the meeting with Ryelin.

   **************************************************************

   Waking, there's a feeling of anticipation and uneasiness, hell this is
stupid, all we are going to do is meet in a public place with hundreds of
people will be milling about.  After breakfast it is the shower, then
realizing the care and detail I am taking to groom and then selecting
attire; hell, you would think I am meeting the president.

   Outside the confirmation that winter is still here is very evident,
nearly six inches cover the driveway.  The sound of tires spinning fills
the crisp morning air.  It takes some people months to adjust to winter
driving usually getting the hang of it as spring breaks.

   At ten a coffee in hand and selecting a table across for the Gap, I
wait; eyes peeled looking for a young black goddess.  There's a tingling
feeling running up and down my spine that makes me recall my first date at
fourteen, the results of that were not favorable, I made a complete fool of
myself but now being older it shouldn't happen.  Right!

   The hour passes with me downing three cups of coffee plus two trips to
get rid of it.  The masses continue to stroll by, a number are of my
favorite variety.  An antsy feeling is overtaking me; maybe she has changed
her mind.  At eleven still no show, I'm now concerned, considering my
sleepless night.  Then looking towards the Gap, where she is talking to
Alexis who is point in my direction.  When Ryelin sees me her face
noticeably changes to a smile, making me feel good as I pass the first
test. Then she makes her way towards me.

   Removing her coat while walking my way, underneath she is wearing a
black dress; her long legs are encased in sheer white nylons or possibly
stay-ups.  Just looking at her moving, it's more than obvious her upper
body had a sizable growth sprit, with the resulting changes from the
original letter.  Her black patent leather heels set off the image.  She's
a walking wet dream.  Her hair is combed back and held with a leopard print
hair band, her earrings are of a large circle design dangling as she moves.
The closer she gets the more my body trembles with anticipation and
excitement, shit we are only meeting, control yourself Don.  Her makeup is
flawless, many young girls seem to realize that's a very important tool,
the mauve eye shadow and the dark eyeliner ascents her beautiful large
brown bedroom eyes.  Her lips are coated with a striking dark pink
lip-gloss actually appear wet.  What the wonders of a wardrobe and makeup
can do for a girl of twelve.  The overall effect on me is devastating.  I
fear standing up to greet as my hardon is embarrassing protruding.

   "Hi, you must be Mr.  Parson.  I am Ryelin Milne.  It's an honor to meet
you."

   "Please call me Don, and nobody thinks it's an honor to meet me, really
I haven't done anything to deserve it."

   "Maybe you don't think you did but when I received your gifts, I
couldn't believe it.  All those stylish clothes, you made this Christmas
the best I've ever had."

   "And you have had so many."

   "Well it'll be the best one so far."

   She laughs showing perfect white teeth; it's contagious realizing I'm
feeling good about myself.  As we size each other, her scent hits me; it's
mild but stimulating, as she is.  Finding my manners, I ask.

   "Can I get you something?"

   "A hot chocolate would be nice, are you going to have another coffee?"

   "I shouldn't but I will."

   With fresh beverages we both seem to be studying each other, actually
for me it's staring!  In my twisted mind everything about her reeks sex. 
Her fingers are long and slender, her nails manicured.  Her complexion is
flawless.  I think I am in love.

   "Sorry for staring, but you look devastating.  Do you realize the effect
you are having on all the men that pass?"

   Her disarming smile activates the wiggles in my stomach.  Her aura seems
to glow that is very disarming.  My imagination has that dress sliding off
her shoulders; I wonder what lingerie she is wearing?

   "And what effect am I having on you?"

   That takes me by surprise, just meeting the young lady.  Telling her
what I'm actually thinking wouldn't be apropos, at his point.

   "Effect, in what regard?"

   "I had a chat with Alexis; we were watching you from the window.  She
told me you were a very interesting man and I should get to know you."

   "Did she give you any reason?"

   "No particulars, just that you're a real gentleman."

   "I have been called a lot of things but gentleman isn't one of them."

   Again her smile and her white teeth, looking up at me the tip of her
tongue slips out for a second then disappears.  It's a soft loving pink. 
My body is not co-operating.  I'm fidgeting like a teenager; my hardon is
back; ready to embarrass me.

   "Do you live in this area?"

   "I live about two miles from here and you?"

   "About three blocks from here."

   "That makes it handy."

   "Do you realize the trouble you got me in?"

   Now that is something else not expected.

   "How could I possibly get you in trouble, we just met."

   "The gifts, the clothing especially the lingerie, things I've never had
before and had only seen in adverts and on the net.  My sisters are jealous
and are always after me to lend them something, especially Misty.  She is
just a year younger and Jayden is ten, both love the feel of the material.
Their packages weren't anything like you gave me.  Even mom doesn't have
lingerie like mine."

   If her sisters are as beautiful as her, I can only imagine what their
mom; the source of these beauties must look like.  Four beautiful black
woman, what a dream.  Something is causing a curious feeling throughout my
body as we continue to study each other.  There's a tingling at the back of
my neck and it feels like the hairs are standing on end.  Having just met
this young lady, the effect she is having on me is uncanny.  She continues
to stare her eyes roving over my face, sitting there nothing is exposed, I
am safe.  What's she thinking?

   "So their gift packs didn't entail as much as yours?"

   When Ryelin smiles it's devastating, she's already a man killer at
twelve.  Her teeth are so white and appear flawless, her lips, oh her lips
are so kissable and mesmerizing.  Her voice finally registers and my ears
start receiving.

   "I know that everybody that supports the program does their best.  My
sisters got some socks and candy, plus a gift certificate for Wal-Mart. 
Nothing anywhere near as much as mine, plus everything fit so well."

   "Except the bras."

   Her look is priceless.  She whispers.

   "How did you know that?"

   "A little bird told me."

   It's obvious her thought process is working overtime.

   "A little bird named Alexis?"

   So what's next, looking at her, the thought of not seeing her again is
not an option.  She's beautiful; her body flows as she moves, totally
feminine.  Racking my brain, I try to come up with a solution that doesn't
appear too transparent.  She solves my dilemma.

   "I hope we can meet again.  Now knowing my secret provider, I'll think
of you and my new wardrobe.  You've no idea how good it feels to have all
those nice things."

   The nice things I would love to see her model and better still remove
from what has to be an exciting body.  Does she have a boyfriend, hell does
she even think of boys.  At her age it could either way, but with her looks
I doubt the latter.

   "I'm glad you like them.  We can meet again anytime you want."

   Tearing a page from my notepad, I give her my cell, home and job number,
and hand it to her.

   "You already know my e-mail.  That was some pretty good investigative
work you did to find me out."

   Again she gives me that devastating smile.  John Thomas is going to
embarrass me.

   "Why, thank you.  Another thing, my mom would like to meet you."

   That brought my John Thomas back to a limp state that is something I
never contemplated.

   "Why would you mother want to meet me?"

   "I don't know but she mentioned it would be nice."

   "What did she have in mind?"

   "This is our telephone number; you could call and talk to her.  She will
be home all day."

   Our meeting is coming to an end and leaving me in want.  The thought of
calling her mother has me wondering.  If she is anything like her daughter
it could prove interesting.

   "Did you walk here?"

   "No, I took the bus; there's a stop in front of our building."

   "Can I offer you a ride home?"

   "Why thank you, yes please."

   Helping her with her coat confirms she is a tall girl for her age; the
top of her beautiful head is just under my chin.  Just touching her
shoulders has a thrill running through me.  Walking towards the main
entrance she surprises me again, grabbing my hand.  An older white, holding
hands with a beautiful young black turns a few heads.  The snow has
continued to fall, there has to be six inches covering the Suburban.

   "Stand here while I use the snow brush."

   Now with the snow cleared, I assist her to the seat, hell it feels good
just doing that.  I would love to take her home with me.  Once out of the
parking lot, we chat about all sorts of things, the bad part is not being
able to look at her, I need all my concentration on the road.  Slipping the
Suburban in all-wheel-drive certainly made that investment worthwhile, and
then we are in front of her complex.

   "Thanks for everything, I really mean it and I do want to see you again.
Alexis was right you are a nice man."

   At this point, I would have loved to invite her home, but don't have the
guts, or is it my wise side gaining control over the bad side.

   "I would like that, anytime."

   Watching she heads for the main door and disappears.  The drive home is
interesting not only because of the meeting with Ryelin but the traffic and
the brain dead drivers.  Three times the Suburban's all-wheel drive saves
me from hitting some bozo.

   There is some coffee in the pot, tasting it, results in pouring it down
the drain and preparing a new pot.  At the kitchen table, my mind goes over
this meeting and the comment her mother would like to meet me.  What is
that about?  The only way to find out is to call.  Finding the slip of
paper, I call.  A young voice answers.

   "Mrs.  Milne, please."

   A mature female voice comes on.

   "Mrs.  Milne, this's Don Parson.  I met your daughter today and she
mentioned you want to talk to me."

   "Hello, Mr.  Parson, or Mr.  Wonderful as Ryelin described you when she
got home.  Her sister's haven't stopped asking her questions.  After seeing
your gifts it had us all wondering who the mystery person could be, we were
surprised to learn it was a man."

   "Why is that?"

   "I understand from Ryelin that you may not have even known what you
purchased for her, but let's just say there were a number of very intimate
feminine items of lingerie, not something you would expect in a regular
gift package, it made me a bit jealous."

   "You've lost me."

   "They are items most women desire but in my families case something we
all dream about."

   If the family all enjoys the beauty of Ryelin, there is nothing I would
like more than to give them the same, but I keep that thought to myself.

   "I have to admit, it wasn't me that picked out the wardrobe but a very
helpful young lady at the Gap."

   "Yes, I believe her name is Alexis, Ryelin met her."

   "That's the one.  I'm glad my small contribution helped with your
festive season."

   "More than you ever know."

   "Did you have any other questions?"

   There is a pause from her end; I can hear her breathing and the
television in the background like she is trying to make up her mind about
something.  Then hesitantly her voice relates.

   "Well, there's one thing."

   "And that is?"

   "Ryelin says she would like to meet you again which has me concerned."

   "I can appreciate your feelings and if it's your wish that we don't,
that it will be."

   "I really don't think that would work, she's very mature for her age
being the oldest she has had a lot of responsibility with her sisters while
maintaining grades I could only dream about.  If she sets her mind on
seeing you again she will regardless of whatever we decide."

   "So do you have a suggestion?"

   "Yes, I would like to meet you.  She has nothing but a glowing report of
you but she's a bit prejudice considering the reason you came into her
life. I think she feels obligated to you."

   "I didn't mean to give that impression."

   "No, it's nothing you've done but it's her sense of appreciation to her
patron saint."

   "Now, a saint I'm not."

   There's a giggle on the other end of the line, also a voice asking when
dinner will be ready.  I must have called at the wrong time.

   "I don't think any of us can claim anything like that."

   "You mentioned meeting, when would it be convenient?"

   "I work long hours all week and am really bushed when I get home, it
would have to be during a weekend."

   Thinking that I have nothing on tonight, the snow is still falling, a
quiet dinner may be something for her to consider.  I would love to have
her permission to see Ryelin again.  There's something about her, who am I
trying to kid, I want her.

   "We could meet tonight.  I realize this is short notice so if it's
inconvenient, we can plan another day."

   Again there's a pause; her breathing is slow and even.  She's thinking.

   "Can you excuse me a minute?  I have to ask the girls something."

   The telephone makes a clunk and all I can hear is a television in the
background.  For some reason my heartbeat is increasing, I can feel it
hammering my chest.  It reminds me of the first time calling a girl for a
date, dialing with an old telephone, every click of the return felt like a
nail being driven into my heart.  As all boys will admit, if they are
honest, that call is the worst of all.  The thought of being turned down is
horrendous and I was a number of times, but because she had to go out with
her mother that night, she did go out with me the next night.  Fond
memories fill my mind.  There's a shuffle on the other end and the receiver
being picked up.

   "I just checked with the girls, Ryelin's all for it, she will make sure
her sisters are fed and get ready for bed on time."

   "Great, what time would be convenient?"

   "Depend on what you have in mind?"

   A good place to get to know each other is over dinner but will she be
game for dinner, can I get a reservation this late on a Saturday?  There
will be someplace.

   "Could I interest you in dinner?"

   "A meal I don't have to cook, you better believe it.  I'll be ready at
seven."

   "I will get a reservation for seven-thirty."

   "See you at seven, but the way my name is Tiffany."

   There's a click as she hangs up.  Tiffany, it has a nice ring to it. 
It's four-thirty, time to get my ass in gear.  First thing is the
reservation, my first call hits pay dirt, a small Italian Restaurant,
family owned with excellent food.  That taken care of I brew a new pot of
coffee, the last thing I need is to have alcohol on my breath.  Then to the
shower, back in the kitchen in my robe I enjoy my coffee.  Looking out it
is still snowing; the buildup in the yard is impressive.  For some reason
I'm calm, no jitters, no anticipation, hell there was more when meeting
Ryelin.  Then the telephone rings, call display shows T.  Milne, she is
calling to cancel runs through my mind.

   "Hello."

   "Hi Don, I forgot to ask you what I should wear."

   "Something warm and comfortable, it's a fabulous restaurant with
excellent food but it's family owned.  Tonight isn't the night for evening
wear."

   "Got you, see you at seven."

   Click.  That short conversation took me from a defeated low to a
standing high.  Another coffee is in order.

   One thing about the weather, the streets are nearly vacant as only a few
have ventured out on a night like this.  That's one thing I love about my
Suburban, it has yet to let me down regardless of the weather, driving with
common sense also helps.  Pulling up to her building, I am now plowing
snow. The heat inside the unit has the snow melting as it hits the windows.
Leaving the vehicle running but the doors locked, I am in the vestibule
perusing the tenants list, finding M.  Milne I buzz.

   "Hello."

   It is not Ryelin or Tiffany.

   "Don Parson, is your mother there?"

   In the background I hear.

   "If that is Mr.  Parson tell him I'm on my way down."

   "You heard that."

   "Yes."

   "She'll be down in a minute."

   Waiting at the door, there is a click then it opens.  Assuming its
Tiffany, I can see where Ryelin got her looks, she's double but mature. 
Basically the same facial features, especially the eyes and lips,
everything else it bundled up in a heavy coat.  She is carrying what looks
like a suitcase, and then I realize it's her shoes; she's wearing winter
heeled boots.

   "Hi Don, I'm Tiffany.  Look at that weather, are you sure you want to go
out tonight, I thought you might have called and cancelled as the roads
have to be treacherous."

   She extends her hand to me, grasping it, the heat and electricity runs
through me.

   "Maybe for some, I'm used to this type of weather.  My cottage is up
north and during the winter there're storms a lot worse than this and it
hasn't stopped me."

   Leading her to the passenger door, flicking the switch the lights blink
telling me the locks are disengaged.  Opening the door, and then offering
my hand, the sensation is similar to her daughters, her scent hits me. 
Everything is tingling.  Quickly to the driver's side, we are in gear and
moving effortlessly.

   "This is big.  Now I understand what you meant.  You have a cottage?"

   "Yes, I would have been there now but after calling the general store
the owner told me to stay in Abbotsville, the road is impassable, even for
this monster."

   "You go there often in the winter?"

   "Usually every chance I get, it's beautiful in the winter.  Mind you it
is beautiful in the summer too."

   The traffic is light due to the accumulating snow.  The cabin of the
Suburban is toasty causing Tiffany to open her coat giving me a view of her
long legs, they are to die for, encased in sheer white nylons and my
imagination has them as stay-ups.  Even in the dim light her complexion
glows.  The confines of the cab enhance her scent and as usual it seems to
concentrate at one area of my body.  A quick glance reveals the silhouette
of her breasts, if nothing else she is going to be a memorable guest for
dinner.  What will be revealed in the restaurant I can only imagine?

   The weather seems to have been a deterrent for patrons, there are many
vacant tables not the usual for a Saturday evening.  Helping Tiffany remove
her coat slowly reveals the flawless skin of her back, her complexion is
breath taking.  She's wearing a simple white dress with a very low cut
back, so low the crack of Venus is just starting its indentation; this
doesn't help my racing imagination.  It's simple in design but what's in it
makes it a designer fashion.  She removes her boots and slips on black high
heels.  The hostess guides us to the table after helping her with the
chair, I sit across from her.

   She's an ebony goddess.  Her superstructure is in the magnificent
category.  She obviously is not wearing a bra due to the cut of her dress;
gravity is not having much of an effect on her.  Looking up she is smiling,
of course she is aware of the focus of my attention.  An uncontrollable
blush convicts me.  My only option is to attempt to me the best face.

   "They have excellent food here, what would you like?"

   There's no way to control my curiosity; my eyes keep roving downwards to
her breasts.  The halter top design of her dress reveals two beautiful
luscious chocolate shaded globes.  With closer investigation, it is very
apparent not only are her breasts sizable but so are her nipples.  Two very
large thumb sized protrusion are embossed in the material.  The sight of
them has me with a very embarrassing protrusion as well.

   The hostess takes our drink order, back quickly then takes our dinner
order.  While sipping, we exchange small talk.  Her husband died in a
serious industrial accident several years ago.  Raising her three girls has
been a challenge but is getting better as she has just recently received a
promotion.  All the while she is talking; my focus is on her mouth and her
luscious lips.  What would they taste like?  Then my mind registers a
question.

   "And what do you do for a living?"

   Back to the present, I go on to explain my job; she is attentive
listener nodding at all the right places.  At least while talking, my gaze
is not interrupted as leering.  Everything about her emanates woman, just
like her daughter.

   "The girls have been after me to get a new computer, we have one but
they call it an antique.  I use one at work but everything is at my
fingertips, I really don't know much about them."

   "I work with computers all day my specialty is virus removal.  I have
several computers at home mainly for work projects, I take some challenging
virus home so I can work on them in peace and quiet.  But I do have a good
one for regular use."

   "Ryelin would be in seventh heaven.  She, more than her sisters is on my
case all the time for a new one."

   "Well if I may be of some assistance just ask, with your permission
Ryelin can come over anytime."

   She looks at me like she is in a deep analytical state.  Her earrings
catch my attention; they are the long red dangle type and look like part of
her being, radiant.  Then she smiles.

   "Ryelin does wants to see you again, according to her, our computer is
slower than any other in the world.  Perhaps she can arrange to do some of
her research for school with you."

   That comment is worth the dinner and more.  It gives a reason for me to
see Ryelin, and with her mother's blessing.  If this night gets any better.
My John Thomas just grew another half inch.

   "I am home most nights at five-thirty, if she has an assignment, she can
give me a call and I will gladly pick her up.  We don't live that far
apart."

   "That is kind of you; I know she will be pleased."

   But not as much as I am!  The possibilities are endless.

   The balance of the meal goes very well.  Tiffany is well educated and
speaks well on a number of topics some of which are way beyond my
comprehension.  She ordered a dessert me a coffee.  When we did finally
look up we and one other couple are the only ones left in the restaurant.
It is nearly ten o'clock.  The hostess asks if we enjoyed the meal and if
there was anything else we need.  Looking at her in detail for the first
time, there are many things she can do for me, she is beautiful blond,
striking blue eyed girl, I would think in the eighteen or nineteen age
range.  Her name tag says she is Rochelle.  She is standing to the left of
Tiffany, when we make eye contact, they seem to glow.

   "Tiffany would you like something else?"

   "No thanks the dinner was excellent."

   "Our bill please, I am sorry if we have you working late."

   "We usually close at one.  I think you are going to be shocked when you
go out.  It hasn't stopped snowing."

   She leaves for our bill.  The other patrons must have assumed the
weather is bad and getting worse, fortunately Tiffany had my attention. 
Rochelle is at the register, after paying with a sizable tip, she hands me
a receipt that goes into my wallet, and we get ready to face nature.  Her
comments about the weather are correct.  During our repast, the snow never
quit falling, the Suburban is covered with a good six inches, and that
combined with what fell during the day, there has to be over a foot on the
ground.

   "Tiffany you stay here, I will clean off the truck."

   Starting the engine, I quickly brush the heavy snow.  In the cabin, the
heat is just starting to penetrate the cool interior.  It won't be long
before it is toasty.  Driving to the front entrance, I jump out to assist
her.

   "I have never seen so much snow in Abbotsville.  There wasn't even an
advisory."

   "At least the girls are at home.  I would have been concerned if they
had gone to a movie in this weather, there doesn't seem to be any traffic."

   She is right, no one is on the streets; hell, there aren't even tire
tracks.  Usually the buses run continually until one but even they are
missing.  Slipping the Suburban into all-wheel drive it moves effortlessly
through the unpacked snow.  All is going well until our path is blocked by
a roadblock; a police cruiser is sideways across the roadway.  An officer
comes up to the window.

   "Sorry people this road is closed there is a serious accident two blocks
from here."

   "Thank you officer we will trying get around it."

   "Good luck, drive slowly as there's black ice under some of the snow
that is what caused the accident."

   "Black ice?"

   "It is a thin coating of ice that coats highways at times; the
unfortunate thing is you don't realize it is there until the vehicle starts
sliding out of control.  There is absolutely no traction.  We are closer to
my house, would you like to hole up there until the weather improves."

   "It would be better; I don't want to be responsible for an accident."

   At least four times the Suburban did a lurch as the wheels searched for
traction; since we are just crawling nothing could have happened except
sliding slowly into a curb.  Finally on my street, the house lights are
welcome.  As we turn into the driveway, the garage door yawns open and the
interior lights come on.  The depth of the snow against the garage is over
a foot.  It can stop anytime.

   "You live here?"

   That question always amuses me, as we enter the garage; the auto sensor
already is lowering the door.  I often wonder about the question, do they
assume I randomly pick a house and the doors automatically open.

   "I did when I left, what do you ask?"

   "You mentioned at dinner you lived alone."

   "And I still do."

   "Such a big house."

   After the usual explanations, I assist her from the vehicle.  Willpower
is required to keep from even hugging.  Once inside and removing our coats,
we are in the living room.  She is curious.

   "I would like to call home; may I use your telephone?"

   "It is on your left."

   With her back to me she leans over, the effort stretches her dress
exposing the top inch of the crack of her ass.  Her skin is flawless and
seems to shine in the light, or it could be my imagination.

   "Ryelin, I am at Don's house, the weather is terrible."

   There is silence as she listens of her daughter.

   "I'll call you if there are any changes.  We'll be checking the local
television station for updates.  Tell the girls."

   She hangs up and turns smiling, did she realize the show she just gave
me?  Her gaze floats through the room.

   "All is well at home, they were actually concerned about the weather, a
severe storm warning has been issued and is suggesting everyone stay off
the streets."

   "I guess it is a good thing we ended up here.  Would you like the cook's
tour?"

   "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so obvious, but yes I would.  Something like
this has been my dream home."

   After the main floor, then the finished basement, we are upstairs.  She
is impressed with the large bathroom mentioning hers is like a zoo in the
morning as four females attempt to get ready.  Her eyes light up at the
master bedroom.  Thank goodness, the bed is made and everything is clean
and tidy.

   "This's what my husband and I used to talk about, a bedroom with lots of
space."

   Slowly moving we bump into each other.  Her breasts hit me in the chest,
her nipples feel like diamonds, rock hard against me; my instant hardon
pushes against her pubs.  Time seems to stand still as we stare at each
other.  Did she just grind against my crotch or is it my imagination? 
Taking my life in my hands, I lean over and kiss those magnetic lips.  Her
arms circle my neck.  Slipping my hand down her smooth back, they're at the
part.  As I slip a finger downwards, her tongue is seeking refuge in my
mouth.  She must have had a breath mint, she tastes of peppermint.  Finally
we break and stare at each other.  Patiently waiting for her next signal,
my hands softly trace her back bone, her body trembles.

   "Don, it has been a long time since anything like this had happened to
me.  My life has been my girls.  I don't know what to do next."

   To help her decide our lips are mashed for the second time, my fingers
slip under her dress feeling her panties.  All the time we are bouncing
back and forth on my hardon.  Finally she stands back and grabs my hand and
leads me to the bed.  Gently guiding her body on to the bed, I am on my
knees removing her shoes.  The dark shade between her legs is calling me.
What mysteries are hidden under her dress?  She smells good enough to eat.
Standing up beside her she lifts one leg, the skirt follows it upwards,
confirming my dream; she is wearing stay-ups.  Her sheer white panties are
the only thing between me and heaven and they are bulging.  Her major labia
have to be large.  The anticipation is killing me.  Her legs are toned and
firm but my heart and soul are glued to her crotch.  As much as I want to
ravish her, myself control is keeping me in check.  She lifts her arm
towards me.  Now beside her we clutch and grab pushing our bodies into each
other's.  There is no pretence as my protruding cock rubs against her
panties.

   Reaching behind her, the halter falls loose.  All that is needed is for
me to gently lower it exposing her soft breasts and nipples.  The look on
her face is daring me to take the next step.  With a light tug, the
material peels off her upper torso, exposing two mammoth breasts and
nipples to die for.  They are the size of my thumb sitting on top of two
saucer size dark brown aureoles.  Her body scent waifs me.  Lowering my
mouth, I capture one; the result is a soft sigh from Tiffany.  Her taste is
intriguing, her nipples are so sensitive, I am sure she climaxed.  After
using butterfly kissed on her breasts, I capture the second nipple with the
same results.

   "Oh Don, get undressed I have to see you."

   Within seconds she is privy to everything I have.  My cock is standing
swollen with pride, my balls are hanging proud in the background; Tiffany
is sizing me up.  She wiggles and then drops her dress on the floor; all
that is left is her panties.  There is a very sizable damp area at her
crotch.

   "Humm, that looks good.  As I mentioned it has been a long time since
I've been with a man.  Come here."

   Standing beside her, she grasps my tool examining every inch, and when
done she hefts my ball sack; seeming to weigh each one.  Satisfied she
gives my cock a squeeze then lays back.  Taking this as permission, I slip
my fingers into the waist band of her panties; she lifts her hips to
accommodate removal.  What is revealed has to the eighth Wonder of the
World.  Her labia extends over an inch from her luv lips, they are a good
five inches in length currently coated with her ample moisture that is
emitting from her slit.  But the best feature is her clitoris, nearly an
inch of it protruding out of its hood and actually looking like a miniature
penis, it's a deep pink.  And all this is bordered by a substantial growth
of thick black curly hair.  Everything about her seems to be calling me
between her legs.  Sliding on my chest, my face is inches from heaven; her
animal scent transforms me into a slave for life.  First I inhale the
fragrance, a combination of her scent and her perfume.  My first taste has
her body tense then a lick gets a moan.  No matter how hard I try, only one
labium will fit in my mouth at a time, they have too much mass for the two
to fit.  Spreading the labia exposes a beautiful pink interior.  Tiffany is
a moaner, as she climaxes she is very vocal.  Finally with her clitoris in
my mouth, her body is ravaged with one explosion after another.  With my
mouth full, a stupid thought runs through my dirty mind, are her daughters
likewise as endowed?  I can only hope.  Every moment or so, I partake of
the delicious elixir seeping continuously from her pussy.  There is an old
saying, 'Any port in a storm' this is my port.  All my life eating pussy
has been a passion of mine.  Tiffany is the epitome of what I love. 
Cupping her ass cheeks my finger finds another warm opening.  Tiffany's
asshole is welcoming and warm.  My finger coated with the excess pussy
juice allows me to easily penetrate.

   Time seems to have stopped, Tiffany body continues to tremble each time
she explodes, hell my jaw is hurting from so much licking.  Through the
majority of me enjoying the fruits of her body, her fingers are entwined in
my hair.  Finally there is pressure pushing downwards.

   "Please, I have to rest.  I can't remember when I have experienced so
many climaxes.  I love your tongue."

   "I'm here to please."

   "There must be something about you, Ryelin must have seen it.  She
usually isn't so outgoing especially to males.  Without a dad for so many
years she hasn't had a role model, she was close to her dad."

   "There is nothing special about me.  I do enjoy the company of woman."

   "Come beside me, you must be in need."

   The way I feel, I am sure my cock is hard enough to penetrate steel.  On
my side it is resting on her thigh.  Her tummy is soft and shows some
stretch marks, just enough to be beautiful.  Leaning over her we kiss; then
my head is on her tummy she is so soft.  Her bush is standing high enough
to caress.

   "Let me help you."

   She forces me to lie back as she sits up.  Grasping my tool, it feels
good to have her massaging it.  She slowly pumps me.  Oh, what a feeling.
The precum is drooling out of my slit.  Tiffany rubs it between her finger
and her thumb, studies it then promptly sticks the finger in her mouth all
the time we are in eye to eye contact.  It gets the taste approval.  Then
she lowers her head and engulfs me.  That action nearly did me in.  She
brings to the brink three times then lifts her head while licking her lips.

   "I want to feel you in me.  After what your tongue has done for me I
need it."

   As her slave her wish is my command.  Easily sliding home, her warmth
and moisture permeate my shaft.  Tiffany wants me on her body; she knocks
my elbows with her fists telling she wants all my weight.  It is like lying
on a cloud.  Her breasts are so soft; our tummies are mashed against each
other.  After pumping for several minutes, I stop; wanting to savor this
feeling for as long as possible.  Tiffany has a strangle hold on my neck.
Then the sensation I haven't felt for years, only one other woman in my
life was capable of doing what Tiffany is doing now, using her vaginal
muscles to put pressure on my cock at will.  First she tightens then
relaxes; just the sensation can bring me off.

   "You know what you are doing to me."

   "Hopefully making you feel as good as you made me feel.  I can't believe
I let myself go this far.  It has to be something about you.  Both of the
Milne girls can't be wrong."

   She of course is referring to Ryelin and herself.  What it is, I would
love to know.  I haven't done anything different to entice these accolades.
It is getting harder not to explode; my complete body is fighting the
feeling.  Guess what, I loose.  After all my gallant attempts, my body rats
out on me, hot cum floods into Tiffany, she lifts her hips to ensure my
cock in as deep as possible.

   "That brings back memories.  I love that feeling of ejaculation.  Thank
you for a wonderful evening."

   "It's me that should thank you.  Did I tell you I think you are one
beautiful woman?"

   "No you didn't but thank you."

   Lying on Tiffany is relaxing, sleep would be a breeze.  After a time,
she moves and whispers in my ear.

   "We should take a look out and see if the weather has improved.  The
girls will be concerned."

   Begrudgingly I get up and look out the window overlooking the street. 
It is not good, or should I say it's wonderful.  The snow seem to be
heavier then when we arrived, the tracks of the Suburban in the driveway
are no longer visible, just a continuous blanket of white.  Nothing is
moving on the streets.

   "I hate to tell you it is worse, there is nothing moving."

   "I'll have to call the girls, what am I going to tell them?"

   "Tell them the truth, you don't want to chance an accident and are
staying over in my guest room.  You'll call them in the morning."

   When she sits up her breasts are beautiful.  Her lipstick is long gone
as I swallowed most of it.  All I hope is this isn't a onetime thing.  I
want her and certainly her daughter, but will pursue that possibility
later.

   "Hello Misty, its mom.  I'm at Mr.  Parson's; the weather is so bad I
don't want to take a chance on going home.  He has gratefully offered me
his guest room."

   "Yes, you have the telephone number.  Tell the girls I love them.  I'll
call you tomorrow morning."

   She hangs up and smiles at me.  Her body is one that should be wearing
Victoria's Secret lingerie, everything about her reeks sex.

   "What are you thinking Don?"

   "Just how beautiful you are, after tonight I really can't understand why
you are still unattached."

   "That is easy, say NO!  And that's what I've done continually.  But with
you, there's something about what Ryelin said and the sound of your voice
that made me accept your dinner invitation.  And look what happened."

   She is sitting with her arms stretched out from her body, like she's
beckoning me back to bed.  The bed is a mess from our romping.

   "Would you like a drink?"

   "I would but I really need a shower, do you have any idea how much spunk
you pumped in me, I can feel it dripping out on your sheets."

   I thought there were a few extra surges when ejaculating, but it could
have been wishful thinking but apparently it wasn't.  It gives me a feeling
of pride, not bad for a fifty year old.

   "Of course, you can wear one of my robes.  The bathroom is over here."

   Realizing that I'm naked and my tool is semi erect, it glistens in the
light from the light coating of Tiffany's pussy juice that still hasn't
dried.  Watching her stand gives me an appreciation of her body.  Her bush
has been squared off about an inch below her bellybutton.  Even from here,
her clitoris is very noticeable standing out from her body, the pink color
a dead giveaway.  Her breasts, very nice, few women have the fullness and
the nipples as she does.  The stretch marks are beauty accents considering
she has birthed three; they're actually a badge of honor.

   "You like what you see?"

   "What's not to like, you are breathtaking to say the least.  Would you
like me to join you in the shower?"

   "I was thinking the same thing."

   In the shower, it gives me a legitimate reason to examine every inch of
her body.  From the tip of her toes to the top of her head everything is
perfect.  Having her lean over, I take great pleasure in examining her
asshole.  It's sizeable; the rim has distinct wrinkles in it, hopefully the
results of anal sex.  She jumps when I tongue it then reaches back and
spreads her cheeks causing it to open.  My tongue flicks the rim and slips
into the opening.  She puts additional effort to stretch it even further
giving better access.

   "That feels wonderful, that tongue of yours has me shaking."

   Moving her to lean over further, presents me with her pussy, which is
dripping but not from water.  Accepting her gift, my taste buds explode
with her flavor.  We have to get back to bed.

   Finally she's bathing me.  With me standing she on her knees washes John
Thomas then she engulfs me.  There's no holding back, in seconds she is
accepting my second load, this time orally.  She doesn't let up until I'm
totally drained.

   "That's one thing I enjoyed with my husband and your cock is just
right."

   "Can we get out of the shower now?"

   She's laughing, me as weak as a kitten barely have the strength to shut
off the water.  In bed we cuddle, she smells of soap and shampoo, clean
smells, comforting smells then we are spoon fashion with her molded to my
stomach.  The next thing that happens is the telephoning is ringing scaring
the shit out of me.  Reaching over Tiffany I answer.

   "Hello."

   "Hi this is Jayden Milne, can I talk to my mother?"

   Tiffany is awake and watching me, mouthing to her it is her daughter she
takes the telephone.

   "Hi."

   "We are just having coffee."

   "Yes with fresh cream."

   The look on her face is priceless; that comment will need some
explanation.  Reaching over me to replace the telephone rubs one of her now
hard nipples against my lips.  Grasping it with my lips gets a sigh and a
hug.  At this point she could smother me and I would go to the afterlife
with a smile on my face.

   "Stop that, we have to get dressed.  The girls are expecting me within
an hour."

   That was the last thing I wanted to hear.  She stood facing me, my eyes
targeting her pussy.  In the light of day her labia is massive, protruding
from her luv lips, the memories of last night enjoying my time between her
legs, both eating and intercourse, has me hating the telephone, leaning
over to pick up her panties gives me a view of her perfect asshole.

   "That isn't what I had in mind."

   "I can see that."

   She looks at my swollen member desperately needing relief.  Leaning over
she grasps me.

   "I can give you five minutes so you better be quick."

   Quickly joined at the hips, I took four and a half minutes before
exploding.  Relief flooding through me as my hot cum entered heaven. 
Kissing her passionately she pushes me off.

   "Humm, more fresh cream, now get off me and get dressed.  You have to
drive me home."

   There's the 'Fresh Cream' comment again, the same one she used with
Jayden, what am I missing?  Tiffany leaves me for the bathroom, me savoring
my magical five minutes.  She comes out in her panties and bra, hair all in
place and make-up reapplied, the look she gives me says 'keep your distance
and get dressed.' She's a joy to look at, all I can think of is how to tell
her that I would love to take her to Victoria's Secret and encase her
lovely body in the lingerie she should be accustomed too?  The bedroom
smells like a bordello, the bathroom of her intoxicating scent.  Quickly
finishing dressing and a quick trip to the bathroom, I am back in the
bedroom witnessing her slipping on her dress; she looks at me smiling and
turns her back to me, to help with the zipper.

   "It goes up Don.  Don't even think about it."

   Dejected and dressed we're in the Suburban.  The streets have been
plowed and traffic is relatively heavy.

   "Don, I want to thank you for a wonderful dinner and last night.  It has
been a long time; you awakened things in me that have been dormant for too
many years."

   Her hand is on my knee squeezing, two more inches and she would have
been feeling my renewed interest.  Not wanting to have this end, I take the
big leap forward.

   "It was my pleasure in more ways than one.  Can I interest you and your
daughters in brunch?"

   She looks at me with that smile, and gives me another smile.

   "I would like that but I have to ask the girls.  Can I give you a call?"

   "Certainly, I will be going straight home.  I'm sure I can get a
reservation for two."

   "Sounds like a plan, it'll give me time for a shower not that I need
one."

   My head is spinning with the thought of her dripping.  My morning load
was sizable considering the number of surges.  Then the comment of 'fresh
cream' hits me.

   "I don't want to be nosy but what did the comment 'fresh cream' mean?"

   "You really don't want to know."

   That is like putting a red flag in front of a bull.

   "Oh yes I do."

   "Okay but don't say you weren't warned.  Over the years as the girls
grew up and became more aware of the sexes, they kept after me to start
dating.  As their knowledge of sex grew their questions became bolder, we
are very open minded about everything.  As they learned about the various
functions of sex, they centered in on oral sex.  Don't ask me why but they
did especially Jayden, she is the most outspoken of the three.  The topic
of cream came up about three years ago, when Ryelin asked me what it tasted
like.  It really put me on the spot.  First of all for her asking, and
second, the fond memories of my husband, we both enjoyed that part of our
sex lives.  Over time when I would get annoyed with them they would say it
was due to the lack of 'fresh cream'.  Thus the question during the
telephone conversation last night about 'fresh cream', you can guess the
rest!"

   Ryelin and her sisters know their mother gave me a blow-job!!!!

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