POV-- =Change of point of viewChapter 2.*Part 4*I feel my pulse racing as I chase after her. The pull and release of my muscles as I glide across the ...et cobblestone, coming steadily towards her. I admire her naked body as she runs. A perfect specimen. I can sense her fear, her breath increasing, her blood spiked with adrenaline. No one can see us, and she runs deeper into the alley. 'Does she honestly think she can escape me?'Just as I finish the thought I'm on top of her, pinning her roughly. He is married top aged around 45 to 50. He had many gay experiences but unlike others, he has not disconnected from chat. We chat for months and he used to share many of his experiences with boys.After many months one day, he asked for the meet for a cup of coffee. I agreed to it and we decided to meet in a restaurant. We took coffee we are just normally chatting and we planned for a movie. In theater, there are few people in our row in beginning. Girish placed his hand on my thighs and started. It literally hugged every single inch of her body, well the parts that it covered anyway. There was a long line of cleavage, and her ass was, well, it was very noticeable. Under that dress, it was apparent she was wearing a thong as I could see the outline. Match that with knee-high white boots, and the picture was complete. Her blonde hair came down to her mid-back. She pulled on white gloves and hoop earrings.Damn, she looked like a total slut or streetwalker."Let's go," Hope said as she took. The fuzzy white ball hung gently tothe side of her face which added beauty to her look."Who the hell are you?" Carl barely spoke his jaw open in shock and awe."Well sweetie I'm....dun the dun....The Spirit of Christmas Wishes!!"The girl giggled aloud happily as she spun around quickly beforestriking a girly pose holding her fingers out into a peace sign."Um you're the spirit of Christmas?" Carl just blinked in confusion notquite believing what was happening here. maybe he slip't on a patch.