EXTRACT FOR
A Christmas To Remember
(Sylvester Horne)

     He was wondering about fate.  Whether what was happening was down to providence, Santa or God.  "I'm going to cook Christmas lunch.  That's why everything is out on the worktop.  I was going to fetch my mother from the care home but obviously I can't now.  I wasn't going to bother for myself ... but when you turned up I simply knew I'd have to do something to feed you as you would be going nowhere."  He was rambling again.  

     "That will be very nice of you," Kirsten beamed a smile, green eyes twinkling, they causing his heart to miss a few beats.  "Is there??""

She was interrupted.  Dawn scraped back her chair, saying, "Can you fucking cook?"

     "Yes.  Maybe not as good as your mother, but adequate," he replied.

     "God, she can't cook to save her pissing life." Dawn jumped up, boobs nearly hitting her chin, she heading towards the ingredients laid out on the worktop. "If it weren't for the chinkie at the end of the street me and sis would have fucking starved.  That's bloody small for a turkey."

     "It's a capon.  It was only intended for me and my mum."

     "A cape what, what the fuck's that?"

     "A castrated cockerel," he advised, adding in case of need, "a male hen."

     "Good idea.  They should castrate most men too, whilst they are at it." Rachel stated, stony-faced.  

     "I know what a fucking cockerel is ??" lippy bugger!" Dawn picked up a very large carrot.  Holding it in one hand, she coiled the other about it, going through the motions of slowly wanking it.  "God, I wouldn't mind a fucking bloke with a cock like this."

     "What?  You mean orange?" Kirsten quipped. 

     "Nah!  You Scotch twat??""

     "It's Scottish.  Scotch is a drink, you stupid cockney cunt."

Smirking, Dawn carried on as if nothing had happened, cheerily saying, "This thing must be twelve inches long and two inches thick.  That's what I meant.  As you well know, you dumb fucking Scottish twonk." Stopping her masturbatory motion, and moving her left hand to her vagina, she poked two fingers in, commencing to leisurely stroke herself.  

     He stared fascinated, though felt self-conscious at looking at her blatant performance.  If it had been on disc, he would have quite happily sat and watched, so wondered why he had such a double standard.  One was anonymous the other wasn't, he decided.  He kept wondering, perhaps the other two women were thinking he should be polite and leave the room.  But he simply gawked.  

Dawn spread her labia wide, he clearly seeing the very pinkness inside.  Using her longish, pointed, juicy-looking tongue, she licked all around her lips lasciviously.  Putting the carrot to her mouth, she sucked in two or three inches, moving it back and forth as if giving it fellatio.  When she apparently concluded she had everyone's attention, she withdrew it and set about rubbing the tip against her vulva.  Grinning wickedly, she pushed it in and proceeded to pump it up and down without any apparent qualms.