Of course, hewouldn't actually wear them to work, just slip them on for a moment tosee how they felt.He picked them up and immediately noticed how del...cate and soft theyfelt in his fingers. They looked tiny, just a scrap of pink lace at thefront and what looked like a string at the back. Rick held them upagainst himself and thought that they would never cover him up. He put afoot tentatively through one leg and then the other. He slipped them uphis legs, and a shiver ran through him as the soft. Locals then lined up for introductions and many of the women carried gifts for the newcomer that included a life-vest, hand woven clothing, hand-made hats, embroidered pillow cases, collections of jams and sauces, a bread-maker, goat’s cheese, free range eggs, clotted cream, a pre-paid library card and gift cards from Briscoe’s General Store down at the landing. Almost overwhelmed by the depth of the warm welcome, Lydia said when being handing the variety of goat’s cheeses, ‘But how could these. He continued moving down over her tummy. He paused at the sleek bald flesh of her shaved pussy and placed a wet kiss at the top, above her clit. She tried to raise her hips but he held her down with a gentle hand on her hip.She whimpered in need, and he moved down a little so he could fully see the object of his desire, her moist pouting pussy. He gently spread open her fleshy lips with his thumbs to reveal her swollen wet clit. He lightly flicked his tongue over the very tip of her clit,. Kyle told him that he needed to fulfill that fantasy, and that if they did it again the next night, like he hoped, he didn’t have to be dressed up. “My fantasy was to fuck Santa Claus for my first time with another man, not some dirty old fart named Dale.” Santa/Dale didn’t know if he should be offended or not, but didn’t say anything because he enjoyed the sex way too much.They agreed that they would fuck every night until Christmas, and Kyle would show up at the mall just before closing. They.