She was wearing a very sexy, skimpy red teddy which Santa gave her last Christmas. It seemed to please Santa immensely as he ogled her up and down, fo... at least a whole minute, before speaking again.“Don't you know that only naughty little girls spy on Santa?” he said, one hand still inside his pants, massaging his ever-growing mound and the other wiping the drool from his jaw with her panties, “Naughty little girls don't get any presents from Santa!” “Oh, please, Santa!” pleaded Jilnar, “I've. "Fuck Belinda, you're like a swamp."She purred as I slid two fingers into her wetness and drew them out again, a long string of mucus glistened in the moonlight"I think I'm going to enjoy this," she said as I held the fingers up between our faces and drew her against me while we each cleaned a finger with our tongues."I fucking know I am." I laughed and allowed her to lead me to her flat.The spacious lounge was beautifully furnished in the modern style with unmatched chairs and sofas, oil. I can get exactly as much of her tit in my mouth as I can of Caroline’s.I moved on up to her mouth. For just a second I looked into her Brown eyes and saw something, what is it, her eyes glimmer like they have a hint of moisture waiting to be let loose as a tear.Crap! I know what it is, I’m falling in love with Jenn – and she is with me. Caroline is going to have a shit-fit when I tell her, and I must tell her. However, Caroline is gone for the moment and Jenn is here, waiting for me to insert. Oh, yes, the saleswoman was right. They felt like silk.Carefully, carefully she slid the pantyhose up her legs. This was no time for a run. Pulling them up, she donned her strappy black high heels and walked to the mirror. She stroked her legs, smoothing the fine nylon over her. She loved the coolness against her firm tight ass, the fine seam touching her between her legs. She examined herself critically as she spun around. She had thought about panties and stockings and a garter belt but liked.