"Pull off my husband's boxers. I don't want you to stain them. I can tell you have a big present to give me. Will you be my secret Santa??? Sweetie! Y...u can't tell anyone....that would not understand. God your so big, so young." she said.I quickly pulled her husbands boxers off. I tossed them next to the bed. She gasped again seeing my big naked balls. "I didn't think Santa shaved his balls this good. Fuck! Santa got some big balls." said Mrs. Claus. I watched as she moved her mouth over my. With his stamina, if he had kept track of the number of white women he had fucked, he might've even rivaled Wilt Chamberlain's claim of having bedded over twenty thousand women. Today, 'Ole Black Joe' was still considered a legend, at least in his own mind. 'Ole Black Joe' could dream now, couldn't he? Joe didn't know that a dildo had been fashioned after his own big black cock. He had been just that popular in Jamaica with all the pretty white, American ladies coming down to get away from. She asked me what I wanted to do, who I wanted to be. I told her there were so many things I wanted to do, I didn't know where to s tart. She asked me to describe the person I yearned to be. I expended so much time and so many words trying to explain it that she asked me to give a name, the name of someone I knew who mirrored what I thought I wanted to be. I mentioned Gregory Peck.She laughed aloud and said, "But, hon, don't you see? You were describing someone else, not yourself." She raised. "If I had a batch of soup made, would anyone eat it?"John sat down at the round table. He soon found himself surrounded by children. Amy sat on his right, Janice on his left, Stephanie and Michael sat across from him. John wasn't sure about any of their motives.He sensed that the two older girls were sizing him up as a lover. He was pretty sure that both girls wanted desperately to be treated as adults. John shook his head at the thought that age 14 was now the magic dividing line. So young, he.