A Very Merry Christmas

She was already hot and wet, makes me wonder if she was thinking about stuffing something other than stockings. She moaned into my mouth her hips hunching forward as I massaged her clit. I broke our kiss and unbuttoned her jeans sliding them down around her ankles. Kneeling down I push her black panties aside I plunged my tongue deep inside of her waiting love canal. She arch, pulling my head tight against her, " Oh God Robert, yesssssss" she moaned. I continued to lick and suck on her lips and clit, my finger deep inside of her as she climaxed, only then did I pull back. Bending her over the back of the overstuffed chair in the living room I part her legs, unzip my trousers letting them fall and push my throbbing hard-on into her. She squeals with pleasure as I started to stroke in and out of her, my hands holding her hips, as I plunged into her, over and over. Diana started to push back against me matching my strokes. Her breath became ragged as she climbed to another climax. Faster and faster I thrust into her. Reaching around I started to rub her clit. As soon as I touched her clit she screamed and started to cum.

"Oh my God, I am cummming"

I could feel her juices run along my cock as her muscles tightened against me. I could not hold out any more as I felt my own climax approaching. I grabbed on to her hips and shove myself deep into her as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into her. I could feel my knees shaking from the intensity of my climax as I slumped over her, holding her, kissing her neck.

After a few minutes we were able to move again and Diana, being Diana just grunts to get off her back so she could breath. I gathered myself together and was pulling my pants back on as she stood up, look me in the eye and said, "Well I hope you are happy now, Mister I have to get some, now I have to get cleaned up all over again,"

I looked at her and said," Well you are welcomed." At this point we both burst out laughing and headed off to clean up.

It was a few hours later during dinner that I had the chance to talk to Diana about Emily. I still did not know what to do about a gift for her. "Well why don't you invite her to the house for Christmas dinner. She can come and eat with us, stay awhile and maybe we can break out Scrabble or some other game. At least she will not be alone on Christmas, and company is always a good gift."

I agreed with her and made a note to myself to invite Emily to the house for Christmas. The rest of the weekend went without anything overly exciting. When Monday morning rolled around I was ready to get started on the Peterson project. It seems that this wonderful man named Peterson had a dream of opening a new shopping center but he ran into some legal problems with a tenant of the old apartment complex that stood right in the middle of the property he had bought. It seems that the older couple that lived there did not want to move. They had refused to answer the phone or the door when he attempted to call or talk to them. We had sent a couple of our people over to discuss the matter and they just refused to answer the door.

Finally we had no recourse but to go to the police and have them serve a court order to vacate. When the police arrived they could hear the television in the background but the old folks just would not come to the door. Now the police being the way they are, are just plain curious about everything, so they decided to go to the fire escape and take a look inside. Well we finally found out why the old couple never came to the door. It seems that they had both died from the cold and no one knew anything about it. Well it was just a matter of a few days and the building was torn down and I was able to get started on the construction of the new mall. I, being one of the senior architects for the firm, was in charge of overseeing the construction of Peterson Plaza. I arrived at the office and gathered my notes and files to take to the site. Emily was standing by her desk arranging a fresh vase of flowers.

"Emily would you step into my office for a second."

"Yes sir, Mr. Masters."

As she walked into the office I took a good long look at her. Taking in her features. It had not dawned on me before but this woman looks a lot like Sandra Bullock. About the same size and hair color as I remember from that movie she made about a beauty pageant of some type.

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