He was sorry. He was so very sorry. Falling, falling, falling, and finally making contact, as if hitting bottom, as if hitting a huge rock, he felt a ...hump on his chest and his stomach. Launched from the bridge, thrown from the frigid water, awakened from his dream, he was home and in bed with his family. ‘Daddy! Santa was here and he left us presents!’ He looked at his watch. It was 5:30 in the morning and his three children clung to his body, as if they were weighted blankets. ‘He did? Merry. When he was hard, he was huge. The man's cock stood out like a full size salami sausage. We started fucking on the pool table. Believe me, that was better than playing billiards. First I leaned against the table facing him. He pulled down my thong and tasted my feminine juices. My lover approved as he licked all around my vulva. "Delicious," he murmured. With his strong arms, he sat me on the table and spread my legs apart. There I was lying spread eagle on a billiards table and behaving like. Sassy makes no move to leave so I resign myself to eventual discovery and exposure to the faculty.Then all the lights switch off and the darkness would be complete if not for a few security lights. Our room is mostly dark and Sassy and I are soon up on the table, rushing to see how intense is my erection and her reaction to it. We are shedding my clothes when I feel another set of hands wandering over my body. I am confused until I see the silhouette of the librarian against the backlight. This. "Wendy and I held up the hems of our frocks and petticoats as we studiedthe smooth frilly flatness of our tummies. Aunty Janet was right. Apartfrom mine being pink and Wendy's being white, our lower parts lookedidentical.Finally Aunty Janet produced two pairs of 'Mary Jane' shoes in white. "We can't play in these white shoes Aunty Janet," protested Wendy,"they'll get filthy on the farm." As would those lovely tights and petticoats. You'll have to play in thehouse and stay out of the farmyard..