It has been my way of convincing myself just how fortunate I am as I witness those who are often alone and unvisited on Christmas Eve. Unlike the Sant... of lore, who is assisted by Donner and Blitzen and the immortal Rudolph, this Santa has had to plan his time well, and has chosen to ask the head nurses, ‘Who needs Santa’s visit the most?’ They then accompany me, and let me know who can have the candy canes. I carry a few wrapped trinkets for those whose diets do not allow candy. Time simply. One of them was reading "The Hunt for Red October" (we were so close we saw the title), pantsless and diddling his semi-soft dick, either just starting or just finishing a yank. His cock was of ordinary size and girth so Jamie signaled me to bail. As I reflect on it the interesting thing is that he was getting off to a Tom Clancy novel. Ah, the endless variety of sexual experience.Next door a guy in his late teens was furiously whacking to a video of two slender lesbians (what passes for. "We match." He pat her shoulder.She visibly restrained herself from jerking away.Kinny sighed. "I'll be in the kitchen."A few minutes later, she followed him into the kitchen. "What'chamaking?" Fish gorillas and mystery meat." Is that dog?" I think it's venison." That's dog." Do you want me to toss it?"Joi considered. She brightened. "We can feed it to Roy." She looked inthe fridge. "Barbecue ribs. All men like ribs. Where's my garlic?" Composted. I can't have garlic. It gives the baby colic.". Charlene didn’t say a word. It was her turn on the floor, so I joined her. I warned her that I had just fucked; she said it wouldn’t be a problem. She started licking me at my toes, then worked her way upwards. She bypassed my cock and balls but went around back. I could feel her tongue in my asshole. This was a new experience for me, but I decided to relax and try to enjoy it. After a minute of probing my asshole she went up my back, over my shoulders and down my chest. She stopped to suck on.