I'm not tall, but not short either. Not fat, but bigger than I want. I like my breasts. Smallish but firm, seriously freckled, like most of my skin. M... best feature is my eyes though. I've been told that they possess depth. I've no idea what that means really, but they are nice, just the same.As the computers booted, I fed in the obligatory passwords to allow them to connect with the Outernet. If you don't know what that is, you have no place in this century. Just in case you only came out from. . just everyone."Not so fast, Nancy," said Santa in a low and somehow sad voice. " They didn't lie. I'm not real in the way you think." Bullsh ... I mean ... Nonsense, Santa." Nancy blushed at her near indiscretion but went on, " I see you ... I feel you. And ... uhh hmm," Nancy paused puzzled and her nose wrinkled. " And I can smell you too, Santa. " Nancy was feeling rather awkward now because Santa didn't smell of pipe tobacco or Christmas cookie crumbs; he had a kind of musky, bleach like. Suddenly, his little blue shorts were pulled down andhands explored his ass and cock. He was trulyfrightened now, not sure if this was a joke or not. Acold waxy fluid was rubbed into his ass, paying specialattention to lubing his sphincter. The constantattention that his cock was getting was causing it toget erect, which added to his shame and dismay. Thenthe cheeks of his ass were parted by a large cock,which then pushed slowly but surely through his rosebudinto his cherry asshole. What could. He wore glasses, and he was fairly slimeven though he was addicted to soda and got very littler exercise.Today his friend was in shorts, running shoes, and a tee shirt."Still feeling depressed about all this," William said, "and now I havea weeks' worth of homework and class work to catch up on." You need any help?" Lucas asked, dodging around a dumb struck nerdwith an obvious physical reaction."Nah... ya, I want to game this week," William said, dodging past acouple girls, "not killed anything.