Klaudia thanked me with her arms crossed and still appearing to be angry or untrusting. If she only knew how right she was! I did not have a real good...disguise on since I did not expect to need one. I was looking like my fake ID, a fake wig to change the length and color of my hair. Glasses to hide the real shape of my face, and buck teeth that were suppose to be for fun but looked too real! Colored contacts hid my eye color and loose fitting clothes to hide my body size.My reason for making. "Ride my little wet pussy, like it wants it! I want you too! Ride me Santa! ride me!" she then moaned excitedly.So i did, and for a good few minutes, i held onto her little hips again, as i plunged my big hard Santa cock in and out of her wet little elf hole, and she moaned over and over.Pounding that little hot blonde petite woman, and hearing her cries for more really got me excited, and it was long before, as my cock was sliding in and out of her rapidly, i felt my excitement grow once. I nodded at him and we took a table near the fire. We ordered chicken pies and small beer. After a day without food it was grand. We complimented the keeper on his board and asked about breakfast. It was served an hour after daylight. I paid our till and we left.I had to find the scow before we could fill it. We scoured the docks. We had no luck. A carpenter said that he could bang one together in two days if we could pay for it. I agreed and left him half of the four gold he asked. It would be. So in my usual (i.e., unpredictable) way I wandered into the thick of downtown Memphis until I discovered a new and gigantic supply of comics in a hotel near Beale Street. In 1949 two dollars would buy a sackful of comics, and a sackful is what I held under my arm as I started back toward Aunt Frances' place.Just beyond the corner of Beale and Main I heard a jazz band. Following the sound, I found a small crowd listening to the threepiece band on a block on Beale Street. This was an event in.