It wasn't cold yet, so we weren't bundled up. She was wearing a sweater, though, and I could tell she was braless under it. She didn't point it out, b...t she let me look. Other guys looked too. There were lots of glances cast toward her, happy ones by men, and some frowning ones by some women. Those women were with the men who liked looking. I felt proud that she was sitting with me.We won, and that was great. I took her to the door that led to the locker rooms. She started to go in."You don't. In fact he had nevertalked to anyone who had been inside a harem. Actually all the eventshe based his opera on had taken place well before he was even born. Andhe left me, probably the most important actor in the drama, out of his opera. Mozartfocused it on that stupid Constanza who was no more than my tool and my toy. Itwas probably because he was thinking of his vacuous blond wife when he wrotemusic for the concubine's part. And the poor Austrian composer sadlyunderestimated Blonde the. I put up with it. It was cute the way she did it. And I loved her, so… “Okay,” I said, “I know.” Merry took my hand and pulled me into the Santa exhibition. I thought of Merry’s words. Her saying ‘You better watch out’ made me think of that Santa Christmas song. “You better not cry,” I sang aloud, “You better not pout…” “I’m telling you why,” Merry joined in. Then we stopped because we had reached Santa’s throne. It was always this big, soft, red chair. The Santa had this really fake beard. He. His hand went between her legs and slid upward. She gasped when he began toying with her still-wet vagina. A finger slid easily into her and her back arched in response. Her moans grew louder. ‘Yess!!! Yessss!!!’ she cried. ‘God, Yes!!’ Tom’s lips were approaching her dark mass of tightly curled pubic hair. His lips moved through it and her movements became more and more furious. ‘Eat me!!! Oh, Yes!!! Eat me!!!’ Alison mewled. Tom did, bringing loud cries of delight from her. As his tongue.