“I’m so excited,” Merilee told Buck as they drove north. “Our first Christmas tree. Will it be a big one? Will you use an axe or a saw? Will it ride home in the trunk or on the roof? Will you yell ‘Timber!’?”

“Hold your horses, honey. Our tree will be perfect.”

“My horses!” Merilee said gleefully. “We should sing. ‘Dashing through the snow, on a one-horse open sleigh.” Merilee unzipped Buck’s jeans as she sang.

“Honey ... what are you doing?”

“I’m holding my horses,” Merilee said. “Actually I’m holding my horse.” She had Buck’s penis out. She had it big and strong in her fuzzy blue mittens. “Oh, I love my horsie,” she said, rubbing it up and down, making it even bigger and stronger. “Mmm, such a nice big horsie. You just need one when you have a one-horse cunt.” With that Merilee leaned over and took Buck’s erect cock in her mouth and hummed a festive tune.