I mean I don’t have a bf and I’m like super horney all the time so while I tried to back away, my back was against the locker and then I started t... enjoy it. I tried wrapping my arm around her waist but she pushed me hard yet again and held my hands to the locker.Julie started swirling her tongue around mine and then she got rough pounding her thigh into my crotch. I was soon out of breath and felt weightless by the way that this beautiful girl was pushing around my limp body.I felt Julies. She didn't like it when I stopped and tried to get her to move, but she rolled over quickly and stuck her big round ass up in the air as I spread her legs again and started to lick her pussy from behind. It always turned me on to feel my nose pressed against her ass as I did it, and soon I was smashing my face between those fat round globes and moving my tongue into the "taint" area in between (you know, t'ain't ass and t'ain't pussy) and then up to her little wrinkled brown hole itself.I don't. She was dressing in a white gown, she had beautiful fluffy wings, and she had a halo over her head. She told me that she was the Christmas Angel and that she was here for me. Of course I laughed at her and started to close the door. She just pushed right past me and came into my living room.As a kid I had seen “Scrooged” with Bill Murray. His angel smacked him with a toaster to get his attention.My Christmas Angel said, “I am here to give you your Christmas present.”I just laughed at her and. His body just was not working for him. He had to be dead. No one could sustain the multitude of injuries he had and survive though never in his life did he imagine that death consisted of an unmoving eternity. He had probably been eaten by wolves in that forsaken forest, that was why he could not use his body properly. At least there had been a gentle Spirit there at the end of his life. A gentle Spirit whose warmth had melted away the pain from the previous hellish days. Shit… his body still.