” and I guided him to his orgasm with him picturing my tongue probing his anus as his spunk flew the length of his torso to splatter on his pillow. ...e collapsed in the sweaty, spunky comfort of his bed. “Night Tom, Sleep well. Come to me for your next orgasm. Don’t masturbate until you come to me, Understand?”“Yes Ben, I understand.”Two days passed by. Tom’s parents had told him to keep his daily exercise to about an hour. Reports said the police were challenging people to make sure only. Other chows refused to wear a collar withtheir Intergalactic Registration tags. But Sweetgum's held somethingextra, a small Matrix that wasn't really large enough to be used formuch of anything.But this crystal he'd discovered pulsed with energy whenever it wasclose to another Matrix. Both he as well as Sweetgum had felt its flareof energy as she passed the two.That the pair had felt it as well was apparent by their reactions, andthe pulse of the Imprint Matrix that one carried.Sweetgum. But all I said, in very polite words, was that I wanted to leave the table and take her to bed. She closed her eyes, shook her head. "I'd love to, but I would think about my sister and I couldn't handle the guilt." Bitch!My cock shriveled, my winning streak ended, but I never tried to hit on Nancy again. We stayed overnight, but in separate rooms. I spent the night whacking off to fall asleep. My lust instead moved on to her daughter, maybe half my age.Let me tell you about Alison. She's in her. It is Christmas magic. She will live but only at the North Pole where Christmas magic comes from. Dear,” said Santa looking into my eyes, “it is Christmas Eve and someone has to take her place. It looks like you just volunteered. The toys have to be delivered and I have to have the help or many children will be disappointed.” My mind was frantically searching for an excuse. “But Santa, I can’t. I have to stay here with the children. Plus there isn’t enough time to deliver all the toys.” He just.