Third off, my girlfriend, who is also very conservative, has expressed great disdain for “those types of people.” She would, without a doubt, leav... me. If those things happened, I would most likely grab a 12 pack of beer, go out in the garage on a 20 degrees-below-zero February night, start up the car, put on some Pink Floyd, and slip away into eternal sleep. Whew! Well, I began shaving my body on a daily basis. I lost a bunch of pounds that men seem to gain very easily in their 40s. I’d wear. "No, that's not necessary, " he said, "unless........" Unless what?" He looked right at my crotch and then he looked up into my eyes. I knew that look and I almost shit. I looked at his obvious bulge and stepped forward and put my hand on his cock though his shorts. "Can I help you with this?" I whispered. He closed his eyes and nodded yes.I looked around and there was a patch of woods behind the wayside and I said, "Let's go back there?" He nodded and off we went down a little trail into the. Between kisses - he couldn't think of anything but those kisses as they were experienced - his mind switched between pondering why she would let him fertilize her at such a young age (?!) and whether it was time to go back to subbing for Santa. At the fringes of his mind there were troubling issues. Where was his unit? What did they think had happened to him? Were they searching for him? How was Santa? What would the elves do with him when this night was over and they returned to the North. The need to be objectified and sexually used and humiliated. I just help her realize it and then brought it out in her.”“I see” I added, yet still very confused. “Is she not getting what she needs with me?” I asked.“Obviously not” Connie replied, as she reached out for my soft, wet cock. “But it’s not your fault… you just didn’t realize what she truly needed.” As Connie now stroked and massage my cock back to life.“As for the welts on your whore-wife’s ass” Connie said, while playfully stroking.