”I put up a fuss, complaining about rug rats, smellycostumes, and such but the more I thought about it thebetter I liked it. Here was my excuse ...or not puttingup with all the boring spouses and their boring talk. Icould ‘Ho! Ho! HO!’ it through the night and not haveto worry what anybody was saying. Alice sent me out tofind a costume, telling me not come back without agood-looking Santa suit. It took awhile but I found agreat suit at an outrageous rental, I felt that notonly. Reminder: The manager of this establishment is a slug.A footfall rings out behind me and I take a glimpse over my shoulder.Oh.Oh. My.He’s not really gray. The parts that are uncovered and exposed to the air and the battle were just dirty, or maybe smeared and darkened as some sort of tactical precaution, or maybe the darker coloring is just the Dryth version of a tan.Now that he has taken off his boots, pants, his cuirass, and unwound his tail from his waist, it turns out that he is actually. " please daddy no " he said as he turned his head, my cock slid down the side of his smooth face.I grabbed his head with both hands this time and positioned my rock hard cock towards his mouth " Suck it Madison dont make me have to make you "He opened his lips and I pushed my cock into the silky warm interior of his mouth right to the back off his throat . Then I pulled back he let out a gasp and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and began to suck me . Sucking the head slowly " lick it. " She thought to herself, pushing her panties back down her pajama pants. "Am I dreaming?" Cindy walked over to the mirror and pressed the microphone icon again; "No more acne on my face?" she said without any trace of confidence. Her face wasn't riddled with acne, but the few red spots that did exist were quickly wiped away, leaving her with a perfect complexion. "Light tan?" Her paler skin became a very soft, pleasant gold. "Whoa. Either dreaming, or in heaven." She scoffed."How does this.