“You are over-dressed there, Santa. Why don’t you take that red coat off and get comfortable?”“You look a little warm there as well, little gi...l. I think you might want to take something off as well.” I laughed as I undid the big golden belt buckle.“Oh, I’m quite comfortable, though I might want to take this coat off.” I stopped dead in my tracks as she opened her coat. She had on black leggings that were more of stockings with a built in garter belt. Her breasts were held up by a matching bra. She put it in her pocket.He said, "What's the answer?"She gave him $5.Since her new husband is so old, Jenny decides that after their wedding she and Roger should have separate bedrooms, because she is concerned that her new but aged husband may over-exert himself if they spend the entire night together.After the wedding festivities Jenny prepares herself for bed and the expected knock on the door.Sure enough the knock comes, the door opens and there is Roger, her 85 year old groom, ready for. I was wearing an ultra tight and short red halter dress. I had on my favorite thong (black with a playboy bunny on them) and my 34D tits were naturally perky. Amber and I had a couple drinks and headed out for the club. When we entered the club we noticed we were the sexiest chick there. We headed straight to the back in VIP. It wasn't long before dudes were lining up to talk to us. But none of them qualified for us to fuck. Then this one sexy dude named Jason came up and bought us some drinks. With each downward step, the skirt parted to reveal those, by this time, much viewed thighs and calves with their well toned muscles and complete absence of that curse of the female sex, cellulite.When the trim and equally well toned stomach, together with its sweet and utterly adorable navel, came into view, more and more people noticed her and the Babel of chatter began to fall away with an accelerating diminuendo until by the time the flawless breasts, looking as if they wanted nothing.