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you?”
                  “Yes.”
                  She smiled. “Years of practice, right?”
                  I hesitated. Then conceded. “Yes, Jill.”
                  “You masturbated for years while you were single.”
                  I nodded. I was embarrassed, yet aroused at her personal incision of my past.
                  “You don't mind that I'm more experienced than you, do you?”
                  Where was she going with this? I reluctantly shook my head. “You're just so beautiful, Jill... I'm thankful I have you. I know how lucky I am.” Something about her past – or what I knew coupled with what I imagined of it – tore arousal through my apprehension.
                  “I know a thing or two about how to turn a man on, yeah?”
                  I nodded more vehemently.
                  “I did that tonight, baby.” Jill's hand moved to my thigh, stroking my hairs, then onto my balls. She leaned her mouth forward and took a testicle between her lips.
                  “Shit,” I cried, struggling between suppression of an impending orgasm and stretching my necessity for relief.
                  Jill's fingers pried at mine, freeing my cock from my clasp.
                  Our digits entangled.
                  “Let me, baby,” she mumbled, muffling her voice with my bloated balls.
                  My palm fell to my side. My cock stood rigid on end. Her hand wrapped sensually around the base, her fingers grazing the sweat in my pubes.
                  “Some of the dancing was just fun,” Jill said, pulling her mouth away. “A group of us girls got up first. The labourers were watching us. Nici thought it would be a laugh to start busting a move. She was grinding herself against Tracey.” Her eyes lingered over my groin, then started an upwards ascension to my mouth and my eyes. “Sharon grabbed me and we both must've read each other's thoughts.”
                  The tip of my cock twitched in her hand. “What did you do?”
                  “We were running our hands over each other, spinning around and gyrating our asses together. The men were going nuts. It wasn't that smutty... Or maybe it was... Shit, Matt, I have to work with these people... What have I done?”
                  I humped her hand. “I don't know... I... Is that it? You put on a show for the labourers and they loved it?”
                  “The boss was watching... So was his son.”
                  “His son?” Jill had mentioned him before. “Sean?”
                  Jill nodded.
                  The next-door neighbours' Christmas carol contest restarted with a rendition of Hark! The Herald Angels Sing .
                  “He always thought he could have me, baby. He thought he could click his fingers and I'd come running. The spoilt brat thought his daddy's money could buy him my affections. But I was never interested in him. What I look for in a man... Baby, money is nothing compared to what I find in you.” Jill climbed my body, licked quick, circular motions around my lips and finally twisted her tongue over mine.
                  I melted under her. My hands found her cheeks, her hair and finally grabbed her Santa hat and pulled it free, throwing it beside me on the sofa.
                  Jill broke the kiss all too abruptly. Her hand was milking precum from my penis.
                  “Jill,” I muttered hoarsely. “Be careful... If you keep that up... I'll cum... I need to fuck you.”
                  She relaxed her routine on my cock. “Okay, baby.” She drew her other hand to my balls and gently squeezed them both in her palm. “I don't want your cum spilling on my sofa...