She got home and told me today there was no pretence from Jordan and he spend a long time massage her pussy lips and clit and he given her several min...r orgasms and a large one. She then said that after she had recovered, she sat on the table, told Jordan to come closer. She then pushed his erection between her tits and gave him a tit fuck. She watched as his cum oozed from his knob and dribbled over her tits. She had cleaned herself up before coming home. I said that was a shame as I would. It is Christmas after all. Second, I plan to fuck your wife, bud. Only if she’s okay with it of course, but I don’t think that will be a problem since she’s had a crush on me her entire life. Will it, darlin’?’ Santa asked Jennifer with a warm smile.Jennifer twirled her hair with her finger, nervously. She smiled at Santa and slowly approached him.“I never thought this would happen to me, Santa, but of course I want you to fuck me,” Jennifer answered with giddy joy.Jennifer became aggressive. Equipped with my suitcase, a small courier bag containing a laptop and my birth certificate I took the train into Chicago's Union Station. I found out which subway line to take to get to O'Hare Airport and spent a boring hour plus in transit. I made it through 'the grope' line without punching anyone. I'm a 'white-knuckles' flier but made it to earth again. Wonder of wonders, my suitcase made it to the same destination! A taxi took me to Epic Sports Gear where I bought a decent pocket knife and. The soft mounds of perfectness were far too large for her hands to fully grasp, and her fingers partially disappeared into them as she squished his cock with them. Layers of his cum rose up from the tight contact, and trickled down the crevice of her tits once more, flowing down to land on his lower abdomen.She started fucking him in earnest, faster, using his cum as a lubricant before it faded. Each tight squeeze of her breasts on him was heavenly, the cum-soaked skin gripping and massaging.