”My father would shake his head and say, “Santa already has a wife, Mrs. Claus.”I shook my head emphatically, “No he doesn’t. But he needs o...e.”I knew this without a doubt. It was something I knew in my soul.Santa was a toymaker, so to emulate him, I read on how to make toys, from books in the library. Even before kindergarten, I was making simple toys for other children in my neighborhood. I lived in a very poor area of a large city. Any crude toy was appreciated by my friends.As I got older,. Moore, he was the older man who had been engrossed in the content of one of the metal cabinets when we came into the room. He appeared to be in his late sixties. He was a tall, thin man with a full head of silver gray hair. His eyes were slightly red, which made him look tired. Dr. Moore had a friendly smile but he only gave me a perfunctory hello and then went back to studying the contents of the large black metal cabinet. Next was Major Mitchell. He was a short man, maybe five feet five. I sunk her hand into Govind’s shorts and grab his cock. Oh wow, so she was already fucking her real brother! Phew – this was a relief since I thought I was about to have my ass chewed out and handed to me.Nandini grabbed my cock too, a cock in each hand, and said, “Mere do bhai ab tum dono mujhe chodo- yahin, is chhat par.” (My two brothers, now both of you fuck me – right here, on this terrace.)This was going to be very risky – both of us fucking our sister on that terrace – but it was also so. As I got inside they was all getting their coats and said goodbye before rushing out the door. “GREAT” I shouted to myself as the k**s ran about screaming. My phone went off and it was a text from his wife telling me to make sure the k**s go to bed early before playing on my Facebook “ I thought, BITCH”I got the k**s bathed and in bed so I had the rest of the evening to myself. I walked into the living room and saw a message on the laptop that said open and play the file. I was confused but.