I pushed more of my wet tongue inside of him and slapped his ass loudly. He began to stroke his big, black dick even faster. The sound of his large fi...t hitting the base of his lube covered penis was more than I could bare. I reached over and grabbed a small black plug from the nightstand. “I want to fuck you so bad,” I whimpered. As badly as I wanted to, I knew that his asshole wasn’t ready to be rammed by my 6 inch strap on. I slide my dick up and down his ass crack rapidly, as if I was. It was always something I really wanted or needed. It was also something my poor parents could not afford.This stymied my mom and dad. They had never really believed in Santa, but they came to accept that someone was being Santa to me each Christmas morning.As I got older, all my friends stopped believing in Santa, but not me. I kept my belief secret from my friends. They would just tease me and spoil my faith.When I was eleven, I went through puberty. My mother sat me down and spelled out the. Never me. When Rose was home, Todd would only have sex with me if Rose was there, which was fine with me. I was just as ready to go down on Rose as I was to go down on Todd. Even on days like Today, Todd would call Rose to let her know what we were doing. He was so cute when I asked him why he always called Rose. He told me, “Because I will never cheat on Rose.”I never missed an opportunity to take my pants off and fuck Todd or to spread Rose’s legs to lick her pussy. Todd and Rose’s lovemaking. ‘Yeah, well that’s a story all its own,’ I said to Lisa, my eyes shadowed. ‘You first.’ Lisa’s eyes opened wide with concern. ‘That sounds ominous. Well, Ted’s been calling the county clerk back in Vegas every morning to see if anything has been filed. It looks like a marriage certificate arrived by mail this morning. What would you do if I told you that Ted and you are married?’ ‘Throw up,’ I said sickly. ‘Please tell me you’re yanking my chain.’ Lisa threw her head back, laughing. ‘Relax!.