Here … you gotta fill out this form and sign in three places. Here … Here … and there.” “Okay”, mumbled the man. He wasn’t skilled at p...nmanship, most of his life he seldom wrote, unless it was something at the plant. She was the one who did Christmas cards and notes. Slowly, painfully in a scrawled wrote he completed the form, which required his signature in three places while thinking, “This isn’t worth the twenty bucks. Coming to this cattle market and filling this stupid form out.” It was. Best of all was visiting Father Christmas in his grotto. She was attracted to dirty old perverts and lots of Santas fitted this description. It was two weeks before Christmas so it was time to visit Santa. After a shower she put on black lace bra and panties. Her breasts were now 36c after a gentleman friend had bought them for her birthday. She rolled on a pair of sheer black hold-ups. She knew Santa liked girls in really short skirts and she had a black skirt with the hem well above her. ‘Would you mind passing some time before your departure by walking outside with me? I need a little fresh air.’ ‘Sure,’ I said, ‘ I can’t think of any better way to pass the time.’ Her eyebrows rose a little with my sappy, and not well thought out reply. I’m sure I was one big blush after I realized what I had just said. No words were spoken as we walked to the back of the house and out onto the veranda. I just want to say at this point that I’m not the stud type. Just an average looking. It was looking fleshy and soft.The oil applied over it gave a new level of sexy texture. Her cleavage was visible too. Her big boobs were trying to jump out of her petticoat.I had a dirty thought. I wanted to make her feel awkward. So I entered the kitchen casually. She was shocked, felt shy and awkward to reveal her thighs and cleavage before me. She turned around with shyness showing her ass to me and asked me, “You woke up so early today?” It was a perfect view to watch her ass being stick.