Christmas Vacation

 

“Are you enjoying yourselves girls,” you asked, the tree clearly wasted reindeer. 

“Oh yes bezz chrissmiss presenn ever,” Holly slurred, hanging on to her friends. Rhea smiled broadly, and Hannah let out a cloud of smoke, the lit joint in her right hand. 

“Yah, ssangs fer bringin' us! nish warm beash.  Were enjoyin' it t' the fullezz,” Hannah told you. 

“Right down to the weed and alcohol, I see,” you noted.

“'course.  Were eighteen ann iss legal here ad eighteen. Thass why iss the bess!,” Holly pointed out. 

“Oh, I see,” you said, somewhat knowingly. You had booked it after all. As you said this, Hannas left tit slipped out of her bikini top.

“Wee juzz wish wee had godden yoo azz gooond uhf a gift,” Holly pointed out.

You protested, “Tiz better to give than receive,” but you’d barely said that when the three girls dropped to their knees before you. Holly, with some assistance from Hannah, pulled down your green trunks. 

“Ann wee shall give yoo a blow job,” Hannah slurred as Rhea began to suck your hard dick.

“ann recive a fuggin',” Holly said, pulling her tits out. 

You knew the girls were right, this was the best Christmas present ever.