Her saying ‘You better watch out’ made me think of that Santa Christmas song. “You better not cry,” I sang aloud, “You better not pout…”...“I’m telling you why,” Merry joined in. Then we stopped because we had reached Santa’s throne. It was always this big, soft, red chair. The Santa had this really fake beard. He was a big guy though. I couldn’t tell if he was actually fat or if he was just wearing a big suit. But he was definitely tall. “Welcome, welcome,” he said in a deep voice. He wasn’t. He text her a little after 8pm and said he was on his way. She got butterflies at the thought of seeing him. Downing a glass of wine, she checked herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought, but it will have to do. As two minutes later the door rang. She opened the door and let him in. Straight away he reached out to scoop her into his arms for a big hug. At the same time they both whispered, “I missed you.” Then they were kissing passionately. Hungry for each other. Steven grabbed her hand and. We could all hear sporadic gunfire from the West and I assumed that was the direction of the movement to contact with the enemy. I imagined that the distance between the two forces was certainly less than two thousand meters and dropping with each passing moment. I was surprised that the artillery was not already engaged but the artillerymen were all relaxed and still eating their morning meals and drinking coffee like they were out on a picnic. Most of the pieces were of the short range. "You alright", Ronald asked and Jeff simply nodded. "Just a little tired", he said as Lucy pulled her head off his dick, her eyes watering. She zipped up his pants and soon clambered back into her own seat and resumed eating."Well, you should get to bed early. Trust me, you're going to want all the sleep you can get around here", Ronald said as he finished his food. He stood up, leaving his dishes on the table, grabbed a beer, and disappeared into the living room. Moments later, the sounds of.