It was a big house and lots of people there. Wife and I had decided what we were to accomplish and set out to make it happen. I went with my favorite-...he granny/MILF older type married woman. My wife went for quantity instead. These are both our fall backs. I like grannies and she likes two or more guys. I zeroed in on an older lady, mid to late fifties. Bottle blonde hair, small but nice tits. Showing some age in her face and not over weight and she is drinking and already buzzed. I lost. I was thinking more about you."***Dad was on his knees before me, with his face buried in the pillow. Before me, his buttocks were spread apart, and his brown puckered ring was glistening with the lubricant I had liberally applied.I had it all over my cock too, so much of it that I used it on my father's cock and balls, which hung down from between his legs fully exposed and vulnerable.My greased hands on his stuff felt really good, and made my cock even harder as I crept up to him. Pressing. Almost never." Come over here James," Santa said, "and tell me what you want forChristmas."The older man took off his coat and carefully sat down on Santa's otherknee as his partner wriggled over. They both smiled as their photographwas taken."I can tell you what she wants for Christmas," Santa said with a laughas the camera flashed. "I hope my elves can afford it."* * * * *It was nearly closing time, and the bar was deserted except for a fewhardy souls scattered around. The Pogues played on. " Oh my god!," thought Jane, "Maybe it wasn't a dream after all. I KNOW I didn't have a shirt like this before. I'm really confused about all this. Maybe the assholes in the library drugged me last night, but there's no way that it could have done any permanent damage to my brain. I feel just fine. Those bastards are going to pay for what they did to me!"Jane left her room, intent on reporting the events of the night before to the dean. She walked across campus and stormed into the dean's.