Santa look very old, perhaps in his eighties, by Candice’s estimate. Snowy white hair protruded from beneath his red hat and fell unevenly onto his ...urrowed brow. His puffy pink cheeks were barely visible beneath an evenly distributed white beard that flowed down to his chest. Santa’s eyebrows were also white and droplets of water were already forming from the melting snow on his hat. Looking down to his body, Candice could see Santa’s slightly paunchy figure decked in a letterbox red suit;. "I almost forgot!"She took out a pair of restraints from our toy box, turned to me, and said."I don't want you to go anywhere, so I'm just going to cuff you here."Since everyone was to her liking, she grabbed all of Tyrese's nine black inches and her face lit up. Tyrese reacted as he was about to have a great night. He grabbed the back of Alyssa's head and pulled so her lips would meet his. I was hoping they wouldn't kiss, but I was helpless.My wife enjoyed it for a moment, but after a few. The next 30 went by as quickly as she prepared herself. Her skin was soft and smooth, glowing from the quick hot shower and warm cocoa butter. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head in two high pigtails, folded into loops and she smiled at the little “ears” and the capitulation into her own humiliation. She lifted the mask to her face and the world dimmed. She loved the feel of the soft black felt against her cheeks and forehead. Fixed the strap snugly and turned this way and that. The tiny. I just want you to stay for a little while. And then we’ll never talk about it again. I promise.” She kissed me hard, and released her left hand from our embrace, caressing the front of my suit pants, where there was no mistaking what she had found. “You can’t honestly tell me you don’t want to stay for a while.”“No,” I groaned. “I can’t.” Without saying anything further, she turned and pulled me by the hand up the stairs she had moments earlier just descended, pulling me into a bedroom that.