I think just about all of the wine will fit down there, but we now have Dakota’s face all over the place, Diane tells me. I find this hysterically funny and just begin to laugh.I give Diane a big hug and kiss her on the cheek.No wonder she loved it.My older brother carefully lifted the neck of the bottle to his lips and sipped a taste of the rich golden fluid.I…I…I can’t believe you just r…r…raped me she stammered.They said that they had a use for it right away.Her hands grab hold my ass as she pulls out just enough to lodge her cock deep inside of me. Her cock pulses and I feel a hot liquid shoot inside of me. Instantly I feel woozy.We went out for shopping 2 hours later.I watched as Aunt Sheen began shaking hard and lifted her head group sex up to the sky.My cock was now aching to fuck and it stretched my shorts visibly.As he was penetrated from behind, the boy moaned in shame and pain, around the huge black cock in his throat.She was truly anticipating those cocks to shoot hot cum from both sides onto her face and naked body.Tony moved directly in front of the girl, and still having her fingers fully drenched with Vaseline, she knew what was granny expected of her and she used both hands to move up and down his eager shaft coating it liberally. They might have been a bit mean to Nicole, but they didn’t seem like they were that big of a bunch of cowards.Nicole noted my lack of reply and continued. It’s like they just wanted an excuse to get you out of the house.Son of a bitch…***Another good reason to love the holiday season hit me a few weeks later – Christmas. I wasn’t overly religious, but I loved the spirit of the holiday. This year was no different.Actually, that’s a complete lie. This year group sex was completely different. After the usual festivities at my place, there was always this weird 4-hour gap in-between present opening and Christmas dinner, with nothing but marveling at the new stuff to fill it. Well, this year, like my own Christmas angel, Nicole asked if I wanted to come over.Not to say I wasn’t prepared. After I cleared it with my parents, I grabbed her present and dashed out of the door.***Despite her hatred for winter, I think Nicole loved the spirit of the holidays as well. She was so wrapped up, no pun intended, in the joys of Christmas, granny she didn’t notice the glares I was flinging her parents every few minutes.Mr. Baker glared back at me every time I did, challenging me with his eyes. I didn’t stop though. Mrs. Baker, on the other hand, just looked down every time I gave her a glare.Nicole was practically bouncing around. She showed me the decorations she put up, played me some of her favorite Christmas music, and offered me a few cookies which she baked herself.