."Gasp! Oh my sweetie..." said Mrs. Claus. "I'm so sorry. I think I just lost a button from your husband boxers. Did you see where it went?" I said. "...t's Ok....Wow! That's very big. Your so young and hard." said Anita. I felt the bed move slightly. She inched closer. I then felt her hand touch my stomach. She ran her long red finger nail on my hard abs. She then dropped her hand on my cock. She started to jack my cock very slowly. I breathed in. She was breathing heavy. I was getting very. Maybe she would consider a new career, her new friend Linda had talked to her about decorating, maybe she would have to try something like that. She was meeting Linda for breakfast and maybe she could give her some ideas.Sara and Linda had spent many hours on the beach together and really got along great. Linda had told her that she was an interior decorator and Sara was full of questions. She had always wanted to try interior decorating but just wasn’t sure how to get started. Linda had given. She didn’t even know where Linnea lived, really, beyond her area code. That was just the first problem. Still, the show had to go on… The brunette pulled on her white hat and headed for the arena, her excitement already growing at the thought of the spectators waiting for her. Pierre Fontaine stared at the phone in his hand. It wasn’t the first late-night call he’d received from Edward Richwell, or even that unusual. When you were an attorney for the obscenely rich (if not so famous), it was. She could tell that something was going on by my silence and moodiness that day, but she asked no questions. By midafternoon she was pretty nervous, and was going out of her way to be nice to me. I rebuffed her, which made her more nervous. I was losing my mind from fantasizing about what I was about to do, but I had to take a shit before I could start. Finally it happened."Come here," I said gruffly, coming naked out of the bathroom, my cock pointing like a sexual divining rod. I took her robe.