. anymore than she had been, once he'd gotten out of the hospital and come home to sit in a chair and stare in numbed bitterness at a wall he couldn't...see.Maybe he shouldn't blame her. What a hell of a life to offer a girl of twenty-eight, a handicapped husband of the same age, with nothing to look forward to but a paltry police pension for the rest of their life. It was no damned wonder she'd wanted to get out and go to work, the way he had sat around for an entire year feeling sorry for. "My time as Santa ended for the day. I waved at all the little ones as I made my way back to undress. Sherry, who played my helper elf, packed up the camera, supplies and money, then joined me in the back. I loved how the elf costume looked on her. Almost too tight for her young buxom coed body. As I started taking off my jacket and "Santa" beard, she thanked me for another smooth day. She can't believe how calm I can remain, as some of the customers (as she likes to call them), alternate. Harry knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. ‘Enough!’ he shouted. The startled girl looked up at him with pleading eyes. Harry grabbed her hands and pushed them away from her tits. ‘Get those hands busy down below,’ he said, ‘I’ll take care of things up here.’ She didn’t have to be told twice. She shoved two fingers of her left hand into her twat and started diddling her clit with the right. With his cock still buried in the deep valley between her huge, conical funbags Harry reached. She was to wear a recognizable dress (she chose andinformed me it was a black dress with white floral print), heels, nopanties and to have a freshly shaven pussy. She had shaved her pussy andsimply informed her husband it was something new she wanted to try, Ilearned later. She was to ride the escalator's up to the 3rd floor where the bar islocated. As she did this she was to keep her eyes on the ground near herfeet and not look at anyone around her. As I stood towards the top of the.