For all you ladies out there, it's Christmas Eve. You've got to know there's going to be a man coming down your chimney. Not only was this woman naked... she was sleeping under the Christmas tree. I mean, how does this not smell like a set up? Now Santa will admit to taking pictures, available on my website by the way, but in no way, shape or form, did Santa ever touch her." The police officer actually believed me, but even so, Santa had to do some heavy negotiating to keep from getting arrested.. Oh no my fantasy lady was there in front of me so scantily dressed. Then she came closer to me and lifted my banyan and kissed my hole chest. While she was doing this I saw in the mirror that my face and lips were marked with the lipstick. That gave me a real hard on. I couldn’t control myself and removed her blouse and even petticoat. I just pushed my face in her boobs and started kissing them one by one. I then removed her bra and saw her boob’s fir the first time. I just put her tits in my. ” She looked upset.“Nice of them to say bye.”“Yeah, well. You know them.” Becky sniffled a little. Darryl knew this look. She was about to cry.“What wrong?” he asked, trying his best to sound sympathetic. Becky shook her head and was silent for moment but then blurted out.“I hate our family.” Darryl’s eyes shot open. “Not you,” she said, a tear welling up in her eye. “Not mom or dad. Not any one person. Just the thing as a whole. You know we’re not normal, right?”“I know what you mean,” Darryl. I grabbed his forearm and held it with all of my strength to keep him from working his fingers inside of the elastic band where they would meet with my freshly shaven sex. His other hand had worked my left breast out of its bra cup where he was rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I wanted to tell him to stop but his mouth was clamped onto my mouth and his tongue was inside of me as though he wanted to sample my stomach contents. In spite of my predicament my mind went wandering.