...” purred a very aroused Jilnar, “Please, please, please make me a good little girl again, Santa!”“Climb up onto Santa's North Pole!” he i...structed, holding her face up to his, while grabbing a handful of her hair. “It's time for you to learn the true meaning of Christmas.”Jilnar got up, pulled down his big red pants, stood astride his lap and slowly lowered herself down, impaling herself with his enormous, waiting cock, inch by inch, until it was completely engulfed by her hungry pussy.. The Principal herself had decided to join those of her staff who were 24/7 naturists on the preceding Friday, to her husband's delight and grown daughter's consternation."Mrs. Winter, this is the teacher of the Grade 6 class, Miss Thompson. Julie, Mrs. Winter wants to transfer her daughter Darlene to our school." I know it will mean I'll probably have to have her driven here and back every day as we live in District Nine, but I think it will be worth it."Miss Thompson was puzzled. Bell El, St.. Why wasn´t he driving?“Here…” he said. He was handing her an envelope, which she took. Was she supposed to count the money, there, in the dark car?The man put the car into gear and slowly pulled away. As they reached the end of her street, the lights were better. Now she could see the Euro bills. She let out a sigh of relief. “It is very common for women to have...fantasies about...doing..this…“I´ve read that article too..” she interrupted, stuffing the envelope into a coat pocket. She could. I tried going closer and closer, magnifying the sphere looking for cracks or crevices I might worm through, but this was ice. It was smoother than glass.I tried pulling back, seeing the sphere as a whole, looking for anything I might use to gain access.I slowly worked my way around, not physically moving, but mentally circling his shield searching for any route through.“Well?” he said, “any thoughts on how you might get through?”“It seems very strong,” I said, temporizing, but at the same time.