She divided the tasks among Mom, Gina, Susan, and Connie while the rest of us set up the tables and chairs in the main living area. “Who’s pussy is this?” I asked. Okxxx It’s been a long day, but I’ll take care of anyone with needs,” I responded. “Yeah, you are scary when you’re mad, Cons,” replies Heather. “Are you missing your family,” I finally asked. I don’t want to get in trouble with them like Heather.” Melly replied pensively. Then laid down and pushed her face into the pillow as she grunted and convulsed in orgasm. Mom had always emphasized not working on Christmas Day, so we completed the gift exchange, dinner, meals for Christmas Day, and cleanup on Christmas Eve. “Who’s pussy is this?” I asked. Christmas day would
