If he needed to rage, he could do it in my hole. Because I was more than willing to be Santa’s little helper. Molding him in all the right ways unti... he would make it snow inside me. ‘‘Fuck me Santa! – Fuck me Santa!’’ I screamed, while the big silver bear was digging me deep. Screwing me persistently as his swollen glans carved the way. And just like he asked for, I squeezed my sphincter tightly around his fat cock.When he pushed himself up on his arms again, he slowed down a bit. Then he. The routine went much the same as the day before. They chatted for a bit and then Marge held Kathleen where she masturbated her to orgasm. Kat, again, protested that it did not seem right. But Marge prevailed again and Kathleen ended up with another explosive orgasm.By the fifth day, Kathleen had stopped protesting. Marge hoped that it was because Kat was now starting to see the intimate touching as part of normal life although Marge knew that it could just be that her neighbor just realized. It was one of those times that I will remember with fondness, a time that if you could bottle it and sell it, there would be no more wars or poverty.All three of the Sunday after ‘virgins’ had been shocked by the state of my back and face and both mine and Rob’s legs. As we talked, we took turns in the shower, by the time it was mine, the bruise on my cheek was getting purple patches and had spread to my eye.When I got dressed, or rather, put on clean boxers, I grabbed a video off my shelf and. "Tomorrow I'm telling dad how I was always meant to be awoman. Since mom would never go shopping with me, I wondered ifyou'd help me pick out something nice before the stress drives me insane?" "Oh...okay." Donna said in shock. "Just let me get my purse." At the mall the two went from store to store. Thanks to the 25 percent offcoupons with the chocolate Robert got at J.C. Penny's, he picked up a newpurse along with a $59.99 blue velvet dress in tall, along with a red $39turtleneck and $34.