First one shoulder, then the other. The dress slipped lower, unveiling the surprise of her fur-trimmed red bra, adorned with suggestive sprigs of mist...etoe.That inspired Santa to shift the velvet tent that had risen in his pants.Lower still, the dress slid past her hips. Her panties matched the bra, right down to the strategically placed mistletoe. With the material now past her curves, Gina let the dress slide down her legs and stepped out of it, showing off her red stockings with glittering. Surprisingly it went right in, not far, but right in. I didn't have the best angle and then remembered the anal girl in Kim's video and how she reached it from under rather than over her pussy. A switch of angles and I was able to reach a lot deeper, if I wanted to, this way. I held my finger there for a minute trying to decide if it felt good, or just different. I worried that the stimulation was going to make me want to "go", but I had my regular morning visit and felt that I should be OK. I. She said I'd told her about theimplants, so why didn't we go back to the clinic and get them filled up abit. Immediately I agreed.She drove in her car, because she would have to drive me back, and we heldhands as we walked into the clinic. I wanted her reassurance. So the docthere got out my notes and said my implants were way underfilled whichwould actually be terrible for my breast development unlike I was firsttold, and told Steffi he was going to overfill them for best shape and tolower. His bone tipped fingers groped her breasts, the tips of his fingers digging into her B-cupped breasts. He pushed her back spreading her legs forcfully."No!" she pleaded, "Please, I beg you sir! Anywhere but there" she cried trying to cover her young flower. He laid her back on the table making sure she would regret saying those words. He lifted her legs directly into the air, "Ok, I'll leave your pussy be... For now." he chided,His wet member pressed firmly against her asshole.She immeditly.