As for myself, I was born and raised in New England. I grew up just outside of Boston. I am a Boston Red Sox fan for Baseball and for my football team... I am a die hard, New England Patriots fan. I always dreamed of hitting the lottery one day and getting season passes to all the Boston Red Sox games, and all the New England Patriots games, however that is not going to happen, so I will settle for my Ultimate Sports package from Direct TV, and Enjoy all the games in the comfort of my living. No words were used, and there was no movement to his lips except for variations of that enticing smile. I scanned the small dwelling, which consisted solely of a red brick fireplace with a small flame dancing above golden embers, two forest-green cushioned chairs with matching ottomans, and a red velvet sofa. I assumed that the absence of a kitchen was because the exterior offered plenty to eat. Santa motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs that faced the fireplace. It was difficult for me. Tears streamed from Sharon’s eyes as he pounded into her viciously, pulling her into him, rolling his shaft in her wetness, and hitting bottom over and over. He was hurting her, but as far as he was concerned it was a hurt she deserved, a hurt she been longing for all these long months of denial. His cock was like iron, hard, demanding, its length and breadth filling every inch of her, making him part of her, a moving, groaning, extension of her own desire, giving her his strength in brutal. "It's what your cunt was made for."Unable to stop myself I slid my skirt back up and spread my legs wide over the arms of the chair so I could rub my pussy again. I didn't care that he could see or that he was giving me a knowing smirk.He fisted Josie's hair and pulled her sucking mouth off of his rock hard cock and moved her roughly to all fours, making sure I had a good view of her cum filled pussy. Without another word he did as he said he would and mounted her doggie style, sliding his cock.