It sounded strange, coming from a woman who wasn't bad looking at all. Her light brown hair, which had been in a bun when she arrived, was down to her...shoulders now. She had a little pooch on her abdomen, and a little extra flesh on her thighs, but her breasts were obviously firm for her age. While large, they didn't sag like a lot of women's breasts do when they reach that age. She couldn't pass the pencil test by any stretch of the imagination, but she was a good looking woman and she. They meant even less than they would have to the recipients of Earth. Instead, people tried their hands with calligraphy of poetry and prose extolling the recipients' virtues, or informing them that someone cared. A gift of time, or a gift that cost the giver time to create, was worth far more than a mass-produced doll or article of clothing.The children did not line up to tell Santa Claus or Père Noël or Father Christmas what gifts they wanted him to deliver come the twenty-fifth. It had taken. Later at the Sybian Club party Faye straddled the masturbator wearing matching tartan hold-up stockings, a tiny kilt and a halter-neck top that just covered her tits from the front, but provided a lovely view of her large nipples from the side, where I sat taking photographs. She directed Gemma, Molly and Becki to display their outfits around the room and to help the ladies out of any tight clothing. Becki stripped the village postmistress Pam down to just her uniform waistcoat and spread her. I felt the wide girth of Earl’s cock spread me open, but he entered with ease. “How’s that ass feel?” asked Craig.“Damn good,” said Earl slow stroking me. “So wet.” The more he fucked me the more Earl got into it. He finally pounded a load into me while I was on my belly and he had me a good head lock, collapsing onto me while we both caught our breaths.While still on top of me, he fell asleep within minutes, loudly snoring. As was always the case Stan would sleep in the bed with me while Craig.