He still might think that I hadn’t earned the right to do the same. Spit soon began to dribble on their lips. “Let the paddle do the work – swing like you are trying to hit a home run! I had several theories including that on New Years Eve it would be the men’s turn to do this, and the women were going to turn the tables so hard on them for teasing them like this. “I feel so full now!” she giggled. “I guess so,” Blitzen tee-heed playfully. They had set up an area in our big living room where the girls were expected to kneel in a straight row – sticking their asses out. Sanderson?” I asked my father. “Hands behind your back!!” Dad shouted, and several other guys did as well. “This is father son bonding time, right?” he quipped. Blitzen, for her part, seemed blissfully unaware and curious of why Eddie was yanking out the dildo that I had so carefully fucked into her ass. A few of the women seemed uncomfortable – but my mom was a true champion. Do NOT bean them in the head when you are tossing wreaths…” Eddie paused and smiled, held up a finger as if to make a point, and added with a facetious grin, “ …
