A Very Merry Christmas Indeed Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Very Merry Christmas Indeed Part 2

... Jeff and Mike’s conversation about the upcoming high school sports to try to move on with her night. BUZZ. The notification reminded her of the naughty post she had just made, and Annie unconsciously bit her bottom lip as she often did.

“Well, Johnson’s boy, he’s going to be a sophomore next year, and they say he’s the best two-sport prospect we’ve had in twenty years,” Mike pointed out.

“Sure,” Jeff agreed, “but until we get a new football coach, we aren’t going to make the playoffs again. He hasn’t changed his offense in decades.”

“Good luck convincing him to retire. He’s said before that he wants to coach there until he dies,” Mike said, shaking his head.

BUZZ. Her phone vibrated with another notification, and she reflexively jumped.

“You okay, Annie?” Mike asked her. He was looking at her intently. She hadn’t meant to draw so much attention to herself.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Annie smiled at him. BUZZ, the phone buzzed again between her thighs. “You know, I think I actually might get a little bit of dessert.”

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It had been late by the time they got home with the kids. After dinner, they spent time reminiscing with Jeff’s parents and siblings until well after ten. By the time they finally headed home, the night air had gotten significantly chillier.

Annie shivered as she stepped out into the cold. The wind blew, and the air cut right through her light sweater. Jeff wrapped his jacket around Annie’s shoulders without her having ...

... to ask to insulate her from the crisp air.

“Thank you,” Annie said, standing up tall on her toes to kiss him.

“Ewwww,” she looked over and saw George was making a face. “Get a room,” he added. Annie laughed. She had no idea where he had even picked up that saying.

A few minutes later, they were walking into their house.

Jeff sent the twins to put on their matching pajamas while Annie preheated the oven. The twins were in charge of baking the cookies they had gotten for Santa, but Annie supervised closely. They had picked chocolate chip because Jeff told them that Santa had the same favorite cookie as he did. Annie would miss the days when they were gullible enough to believe those kinds of things.

The boys talked about everything they hoped they would get the next morning and argued about where they thought Santa was right then on his route.

“I’m going to put on a pot of coffee,” Jeff whispered, “It’s going to be a long night.” He started on the coffee.

Once the cookies were done, the boys put some on a plate and set them out on the mantle for Santa. They were almost bouncing off the walls as Annie ushered them to bed.

“Remember you two, if you come out of your room tonight, Santa won’t be able to come,” Annie told them as she tucked them in. She kissed both of them on the head and turned out the light.

“Goodnight, see you in the morning,” Annie said.

She rejoined Jeff in the kitchen and took the mug of coffee that he offered her. “It’s already ...