“Ho Ho Ho”, he laughed reaching down and snatching me off the toilet as if he were lifting an infant. “Ohh” I teetered when he grabbed me up...in his powerful arms. Santa turned around, sat down on the toilet seat, and sat me down on his lap. “Have you been good this year little boy?” “I don’t want to play this game”, I said. I tried to stand up but he grabbed tight in his arms forcing me to sit. “You don’t believe in me do you?” “Dude…,” I said “you’re not Santa Clause, and it’s March. . "Gretel said, "But she's NOT! It smells like it's coming from..." (But she was afraid to even mention where.)Hansel had no problem mentioning the old hag's cottage and once it was agreed as the source of the aroma, they both succumbed to this strange inkling to return to the scene of their near demise and its effect on them, since.Whether there was still any magic or not, neither twin feared that house any longer, since the owner was long dead?The house, despite being abandoned, still smelled. I walked over to my husband and told him the coast was clear and I was ready to be fucked “good and proper”. He kissed me and was squeezing my arse and tits through my dress. I was so sexed up knowing the young spy was about 2 metres from where we were with a perfect view. We licked tongues and I helped my husband undress. I stripped down to my bra and panties and made them both wait until I finally took my panties off and whipped my bra off over my head. My 44dd’s bounced wildly out of my big. I told Fay we were going to have another long holiday. I told her that if the company were the low bidder on something tomorrow, it would be several months before the project could start.I told Fay to be getting ready to pack for a move back to the Birmingham area. Fay went into orbit, " We are moving back home" she screamed !I told her we might be, but it would depend a lot on whether there was a job for me there.We had the Postal Service people make their inspection and sold the building to.