Linda apologized again and said, "I better go finish packing." Please don't" I blurted out.We all looked at each other for a moment then I said, "Look...I have to get used to this. It took me a long time to get used to the idea that my daughter was sexually active with boys. This is a new thought. Give me a little time to get used to the idea." Daddy, you make it sound like I slept with half the town." No Kitten... I don't mean to, but there were several."She grinned at me and said, "You knew?". "I have to show you something first." I called up the image corrected view of the damaged text book in my lab. It clearly showed the mirror image impression of her license plate. "I'm working on a hit and run case right now, and I just wanted to show you what I discovered."Colleen opened her mouth to speak, but then the reality of what I was showing her sank in. She put both hands over her mouth and let out a tiny little squeal. "Cindy, I, I can explain!" I heard softly muffled by her. Did someone break in? I wielded the fireplace poker and followed the trail. As I peered round the corner I was shocked to see a guy in a Santa suit standing in my kitchen, pouring a glass of milk. I was so stunned I couldn't even answer when he asked me where the cookies were. He laughed and said, "Don't look so surprised to see me. I'm here to grant your Christmas wish." "Oh, the boys don't really need any more presents," I started to say. "It's not for the children," he replied, with a. "Why?" you ask? Because I wish everyone of those guys was rubbing his cock over my face, slapping my pussy, fucking my ass. Damn. I'm seriously so horny, I should not even be writing.I was going to try to write another story for Babble (the site I originally posted this story for). But it's not even worth it. I can't think about a well written piece of fiction. All I can do is think about cocks and pussies. Yes pussies too. I would take whoever wanted to fuck me right now. Hell, I'd take a.