Christmas morning had never quite been like this before. Mom’s boyfriend Dylan forgot to give her all of her presents, so I naturally assume the ones remaining under the Christmas-tree are mine.
I open the first and my eyes bulge before I start to giggle. I confront him playfully about the nature of the little toy and it’s fun to watch him squirm. But now I’m intrigued and the idea of Dylan in the wrong spot is getting me excited.
Read as he pumps his Christmas cheer inside me and I get a gift that I’ll never forget.
