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Happy Boxing Day boys and girls, it is Boxing Day isn't it? We ask because we're not sure, is it today, is it Monday or is it both? Let's settle on both two Boxing Days - happy days, I mean my baby and I we're having two Christmases, so two Boxing Days are quite apt; our second Christmas Day is about to begin, we're going to open our presents from each other shortly, as soon as I've finished this post, we're so excited. I should really scrap this post and just dive into the present mountain with my baby but there's somethings I need to say.

I was working yesterday whilst my baby spent the day with his folks; that's where we all should be on Christmas Day - with family and loved ones; I hope you all spent Christmas Day in a similar vein if you had the opportunity? And I hope you had a wonderful day, filled with beautiful memories? There's been something I've been keeping from everyone; and I mean everyone barring my baby, since I got the good news that I was off today I was invited up to my boyfriends parents house for a Christmas night buffet and party. I mean, there was no need to get up early this morning and no work to go to as a result and well, I'd have been on my own and away from my baby if I had; so I would get to be with my baby on Christmas Day which is seriously fantastic, right? Yes, of course it is barring one thing; I've not met my boyfriends folks before, it's a daunting prospect regardless, so to meet them on Christmas Day amongst their friends and family, I was seriously crapping myself. You know, here's the guy their little baby boy is shagging; would I meet their expectations, would I be welcomed, would I get on with them? I don't mean that in a disrespectful way, far from it, but I had all these scenarios running through my mind, I got seriously hyped up about the whole affair. My baby and I talked and talked about it in the days running up to it; what do I wear, how do I act, do I need to behave myself, should I not drink too much. Hundreds of questions and my baby he told me not to worry and just be myself; that's all just be myself because that's why he loves me and why I make him happy and if he's happy then his folks will be happy. He made it sound so simple and truth be told it was, all that worry and all those questions for nothing; it was a great night.

I got a taxi because me baby had been drinking; and as I walked in the house and on into the living room it felt like time was going in slow motion, all these strangers turned to look at me and my heart was racing. My baby rushed over to me and bless him, he broke the ice, he knew I would be kind of uneasy with the situation; he said hi babes I didn't recognise you with your clothes on - we both started laughing. Then he kissed me like full on, in front of his parents, in front of everyone; and no one batted an eyelid, in fact most of them smiled and looked happy for us - it was like this is cool. My baby took me by the hand and we did the rounds meeting his folks, various family members and family friends; there were no awkward questions or uneasy silences, everyone was so sweet and friendly. You know how parents are so protective of their children and all; and for very good reason, I was expecting a full vetting procedure, a talk on how I should look after their Son and what I could expect if I didn't. There was none of it, it was real friendly and real chilled out - his Mum said this is the guy who's made my little boy so very happy, it was like oh my gosh, really? I don't know but I had this kind of vision we'd have to act real kind of straight - no holding hands, no kissing or cuddling so as not to offend anyone; but well my boyfriend's openly gay and they all accept him as such and so accepted me as such. We spent the night holding hands, kissing, cuddling and just being boyfriends; admittedly it was strange at first beneath the roof and the noses of his parents but after a while it was just like every other time we spend together.

The food was awesome, dear me; I mean I was seriously hungry, I didn't have a great deal to eat whilst at work - there were platters of hot and cold food; even pizza slices, his Mum said she did them especially for me, I believe you both like pizza. Under strict instructions to help myself, I did, I went back for seconds, thirds and fourths loading my plate up each and every time. My baby he wasn't far behind me, even though he'd had the full Christmas lunch earlier in the day, I honestly don't know anyone else who can eat so much; there were mince pies, Christmas cake and trifle for dessert - it was a serious feast. A few beers later I'd really loosened up and let myself go; my baby and I danced, smooched, kissed, cuddled and laughed the night away. I asked my baby if it would be okay if I asked his Mum for a dance, he said she'd love it and she did, telling her husband not to get jealous now. I replied it's okay Dad I'll waltz you around the living room straight after, I was hoping it would raise a laugh and it did; it was great.

I stayed the night, I was expecting to sleep in the spare room or on the sofa; I wouldn't have been offended if they didn't want us to share the same bed; and to be honest sleeping arrangements were the last thing on my mind. I got my boyfriends bedroom, complete with a double bed and my boyfriend; there's some serious kudos to his folks, they just treated us like any other couple, maybe as the generation gap shortens such issues disappear. We had the most horniest sex ever; and I mean ever, it just felt so naughty - having sex with their Son in their house, it really did add an edge. And we tried to be so quiet, have you ever tried to have silent sex? It's nigh on impossible, I mean we've done it outside and stuff before, but to go for it under the same roof as my boyfriends parents, oh my gosh; and of all nights to have mind blowing, extraordinary sex it was last night. I could have screamed the house down, I kid you not, I guess it was the circumstances that added to the horniness but still..........

My baby spent an eternity on foreplay, he had me on boiling point before we even had sex; he teased, stroked, kissed and caressed every inch of body - my nipples in particular. Dear me, you've no idea how sensitive my nipples are; there must be nerves connected between them and my groin because each touch and kiss had the exact same effect down below. I was gagging for it and when my baby turned his attention to my rose, gently fingering it, well, it opened like a flower in bloom; I was gone under complete and utter control of my baby's touch - totally helpless. I got screwed, we ended up in the doggie position and I couldn't take the pleasure, it was excruciatingly good; so good that I tried to crawl away up the bed. My baby pushed me flat down on my stomach and just continued mercilessly, faster and harder; I was literally having to bite my tongue to keep my silence. My whole body orgasmed, I kid you not I thought I was going to explode in a fireball; from head to toe I was racked with the most intense orgasm, it blew me away. I just lay there on my stomach, unable to breath and unable to move with my baby still inside me; we must have lay there for at least five minutes, both of us devastated; we slept the sleep of the dead, I don't think either of us woke through the night, it wasn't surprising.

We woke up to a cooked breakfast, I know exactly where my baby gets his culinary skills from; Mums cooked breakfasts are always the best aren't they. It was just awesome; and there was no mention of anyone being kept awake last night so I think we got away with it. Now we're back home, I've just ordered my boyfriends Mum some flowers online, as a thank you for a wonderful night and well, it's time to delve into the present mountain. Enjoy the rest of your Christmas holidays dear readers, lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.