He didn't know what the girls were actually offering, despite his mother's comments. "I ... it's just you guys are so sexy, but I don't wanna get you ...ad." Mad?" asked Kathy. "Why would we get mad?" Well, I just..." in for a penny, in for a pound, "yes ... you could ... help me, if you wanted"He caught Tara's look out of the corner of his eye."Both of you," he quickly added. Then, truthfully, "I'm just not ... sure ... what would be okay."Kathy smiled at him and leaned toward him, lightly. "It will be okay. We know that you miss your dad — that you love him. That's fine. It's the way it should be," she said, seeming much older than her sixteen years. "Dad understands, too. He won't push you," she whispered. "Just relax and let us enjoy your company. Before you know it, you'll be part of us. Watch and see."After the meal, Diana tried to get Joyce and Caitlin to go to the living room with the men, but they refused, wanting to help, although both were leery of the precision chaos. There seemedto be a thousand snotty nosed kids running all over the place. By lateafternoon, Harold was just plain tuckered out. If he had to hold thehand of one more sniveling kid, he thought he would scream. It was hisjob to guide each little kid up to Santa and place the kid on his knee. He couldn't count the number of times he had been sneezed on, puked on,or spit on. As he helped the kids, his mother would be taking theirpictures with Santa.There was a real cute red headed girl helping. Mike gave a low whistle. “Oh yes you've got a great lookin' cunt, my cock’s already hard again!!!” That was all Hazel needed to hear, and facing away from him, she slowly lowered herself down onto his lap, until her cunt lips came in contact with his swollen, purple knob. “Okay Mike,” she said in a husky voice, “now fuck me, fuck me hard!!!” Rubbing his tip of the knob through her soaking lips, Mike guided it towards her hole and gently raised his hips, easing his cock between her lips and into.