One of my fondest Christmas memories has to do with sugary frosted love. Bobby John was still but a babe and Billy Ray wasn't even a twinkle in my eye yet. Pookie was downstairs playing Santy Claus. I had to hurry because I wanted to give Santy Claus the best Christmas Cookie ever. I used white frosting to coat my breasts and traced a road all the way down to my pubic hair dyed green to look like a sprig of holly. Then I laid back in the bed and strategically placed candy coated sprinkles along the way and propped a gingerbread man against one breast and a little gingerbread girl against the other.
When Pookie Claus came back to the bedroom, his eyes just about popped out of his head. He could not believe that I had made my body a little Christmas village just for him. I told him that the little gingerbread couple were stranded on the Twin Peaks and he must use his tongue like a show plow and clear the way for them to make it to the Holiday Valley. OH MY did he enjoy being a snow plow. He licked and sucked all the 'snow' from the Twin Peaks and delightfully cleared the road all the way to my festive pubes. I then told him that I did not have time to decorate the Holiday Valley and he must use his tongue as a paint brush and draw out Christmas scenes in the valley. I must say that he was a virtual Picasso.
After I came, I told him that he had been such a good boy that year that I was going to treat his winky to a special holiday bj. I reached under the bed and got out a can of Reddi-Whip and a tube of red cake frosting and decorated his cock to look like a candy cane. I must say his sweetly covered cock was just like Candy M&M's because it stayed hard in my hands but melted in my mouth.
Ohh well enough memories, I must get busy with some more holiday baking. Ta-Ta's for now and Merry Christmas to everybody!!!