My Christmas Miracle

This was my third Christmas Eve as a widower and it was the coldest on record. That night, the wind howled as the snow storm intensified and the drifting snow began to pile up. I found myself alone, once again in my dark and empty house, and dwelling on the loss of my wife Carol, whom I had been married to for forty years. It was just before she passed, Carol made me promise to continue our tradition of celebrating Christmas.Carol?s death had taken its toll on me, I had become withdrawn and kept to myself as I spiraled into the darkest depths of loneliness and depression. I could not carry on our Christmas tradition, and without Carol, there was an emptiness I had never felt before.The night started out the same as the previous two Christmas Eve nights, no decorations or tree. I went to the kitchen and popped a frozen dinner in the microwave. I went to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Dewar?s scotch.Heading Ankara escort into the family room with dinner and drink in tow, I sat in my recliner. Turning on the lamp next to me, I took a big swig of whiskey and then inhaled the dinner. I turned on the television, surfing the channels to find something to watch that had nothing to do with Christmas.I settled on watching the twenty-four hour news channel and before you could say mistletoe, I had polished off the whiskey bottle. Stumbling out of the chair, I staggered my way to the liquor cabinet and took out another bottle of Dewar?s scotch.Settling back in my chair, I took a big swig from the bottle and that was the last thing I remembered. At some point in the evening, I was startled by what felt like a hand gently stroking my cheek. I noticed the room was dark and reached over to turn on the lamp, only to discover it would not come Ankara escort bayan on. Instead, a soft glow emanated from the corner of the room with just enough light so one could make out shapes.I saw what appeared to be an apparition standing beside me. My eyes slowly began to adjust to the light, and the apparition took the form of an angel.?C?C?Carol???Yes.??B?b?but.??Shhh.?This angel which I was still could not believe was Carol, floated over me and was now straddling my thighs. My angel took her hand and slipped the strap from her shoulder as she folded her wings. Taking my hands in hers, we pulled the material from her ample bosom. The smooth alabaster skin of my angel's bosom came into view.My angel slipped her hands from mine as I rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. I was not sure if what was happening was real or a hallucination brought on by my intoxicated Escort Ankara state. Though when I felt my angel's hands release my cock from the boxer shorts, it sure felt real. The soft hands brought my manhood to its full hardness. Taking my hands, I rubbed and kneaded my angel's breasts. Her hand slid up and down the pulsating shaft as my angel fondled my scrotum.I was about to come, when my angel suddenly stopped and squeezed my shaft, delaying my orgasm. She smiled as she moved down between my parted legs and took my cock deep in her mouth. My angel swirled her tongue around my shaft up to the circumcised head and back down to my scrotum. Sucking on one ball and then the other while stroking my shaft and cock head."Ooohhh, I'm coming!"My angel squeezed my shaft with her hand, once again delaying my orgasm. When she was satisfied that I was not going to come, my angel straddled herself above my cock and slowly lowered herself down.?Oh yes, Robert!? My angel groaned out as she slowly slid her pussy down my cock.?Oh yes, Carol!? I groaned out as my angel rode my cock.My hands held onto my angel?s slender hips as she gyrated in all directions, edging me closer and closer to orgasm.?I?I..I?m coming!?