"What about me Santa?" Denise asked expectantly, "Shall I come and sit on your knee?" Oh yes" he laughed, "But you've got to give Santa a great big ki...s first"She sat on his lap and lifted her face up to his for a kiss, my prick stirred again as I saw her tongue snaking between his teeth and I heard the little moans of desire I was so familiar with.She moved slightly and moaned again as she wriggled on his lap,"There's something hard in your pocket Santa" It's part of your present Denise" he. I could even get my news and weather from the internet to the extent that I needed either. Morgan was going to visit her mother this afternoon and would shop our grocery list.Morgan pulled up while I was in the garage moving a few things around to give us more room for our vehicles. She pulled in and I carried bags of groceries into the house while she put items in their places. It didn’t take long working together. We went into the living room to sit together and talk.Morgan said, “I don’t. I love it. Even people who swore they don’t masturbate do. A couple of friends told me at different times they never wanked themselves but in both cases later on I saw them do it,, really got some satisfaction from seeing that ! I’m starting to do it now, I have a semi I’m rubbing as I type with one hand, I will wait till this is posted then I’ll rub one out again.i like watching people wank, in person or on videos, they are thousands of vids of people mostly women I think self filmed. She might have thought I was stalking her, well, I hoped she did. And I realised she did when Bork’s smile on seeing me lit up the bar far more than the neon XXXX signs. Despite her Swedish origin, her grin was sunnily Mediterranean. As was mine, both of us had been bitten by the lust bug.I sat at the bar so I could be close to my leggy, blue-eyed friend. Two older guys were sitting there, over a meter apart, like twins in their white but stained singlets which curved much less fetchingly over.