My roommates were out of town; I had the place to myself. It was glorious. I got up early because could make as much noise as I wanted. So I did.

Eventually I walked Isis to my friend’s house. We hung out for a bit and exchanged food; I gave her potato leek soup and she gave me butternut squash lasagna and chocolate.

Then back home for a shower, as I had a date. Charles came to pick me up and then we went to the grocery store for dinner supplies. To his place where we prepared food and talked. He gave me the best Christmas card I got this year, or any other year: His face in a mask next to a bound woman’s bare breasts. Nice.

We chatted about this and that. Charles and I get along well and generally have a lovely time together. He showed me the completed manuscript of his biography. We were going through chapter by chapter when I had to interrupt him.

I really wanted to suck cock and his was the only one around. We retired to the living room where he indulged me in my need to have cock in my mouth and come in my belly.

We then ate a dinner of steak, scalloped potatoes, and green salad. Just after dinner my friend arrived.

I told Charles I had a very hot, very sexy lady friend who was a lot of fun. He immediately suggested we have a threesome. As all threesomes need to have proper chemistry I said they should meet that day, and then we’d see about the threesome thing.

She arrived, and I was definitely all horned up. I met her on the stairs so I could grab her and kiss her before I had to share her with Charles. I think she dug my amorous mood.

Once inside we got on the futon that was in lounge chair-position rather than a flat bed or a couch. It provided some very lovely angles for getting at both pussy and cock.  Charles watched us, which I saw out of the corner of my eye when my face was buried in her very tasty pussy.  Really, I want to suck on those pussy lips all the time.

Then I wanted to watch her get fucked.  There’s something so nice about watching someone enjoy a good cock pounding, and being close to her face when his cock was in her pussy felt like a special privilege.  She looked lovely being fucked.  But I no longer wanted to share her.  I still had my apartment to myself and I wanted to use the time wisely, fucking a hot chick.

She and I took our leave, but not before Charles gave us both manila envelopes.  Yay!  Charles is very generous and always gives me a present when I visit him.

Because we had been drinking she decided to leave her car at Charles’s house and walk to my place.  We were a couple of drunk horny girls who’d just had a very hot threesome swinging our manila envelopes on the walk from Bernal Heights to the Mission.  I told her that we shouldn’t look in our envelopes yet for fear that in our drunken state we might drop the contents or in some other way damage them.  I knew what was inside would be very nice.

We arrived at my place and took Isis out.  Then we took the Magic Wand and some other toys up to the bedroom and did a whole lot of fucking.  And pussy licking.  And fisting.  She’s left handed.  I like the way her engagement ring feels in my pussy; just the right amount of hurt.

The next day we hung out and watched some tv.  I made her yummy breakfast.  And then we fucked some more.  Her pussy really should be in my mouth all the time.  Actually, her pussy should be on my face all the time.  I love rubbing my face in her pussy and getting her pussy juice all over my face.

We opened our manila envelopes.  We each got photos of Rod Stewart back when he was hot.  This is a photo of my photo.  Isn’t it the coolest?  Her photo is a close up of Rod’s face.

I walked her back to her car and kissed her goodbye.

This year on Christmas I saw four people I wanted to see and none I didn’t want to see.  I had hot sex with two of the people I saw.  I didn’t see any of my family members.  I wasn’t forced into any awkward social situations.  I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.  One of the best Christmases ever.

I swear.  True story.

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