. just everyone."Not so fast, Nancy," said Santa in a low and somehow sad voice. " They didn't lie. I'm not real in the way you think." Bullsh ... I m...an ... Nonsense, Santa." Nancy blushed at her near indiscretion but went on, " I see you ... I feel you. And ... uhh hmm," Nancy paused puzzled and her nose wrinkled. " And I can smell you too, Santa. " Nancy was feeling rather awkward now because Santa didn't smell of pipe tobacco or Christmas cookie crumbs; he had a kind of musky, bleach like. Then he started massaging my legs – pushing his big strong fingers hard into my calves and thighs. He didn’t even hesitate when he got to the wet patch in my capris. The coral pink capris showed the wet patch really clearly and it extended halfway down my thighs. Underneath, most of my bum was wet, too. I noticed all of this but I don’t remember being embarrassed or anything. I guess I was feeling numb.Dan interrupted Mum’s ranting and told her I would need a warm bath – both to get clean and. "My cock grew even harder, knowing that there was a closet slut bottle up under all that repression. As she was telling her story, like it was some bad dream, I removed my shirt and tie, and got into position on the floor."That's when I knew I had to devote myself to the Lord, who saved me from my wicked ways," her admission continued, the memories however not being totally unpleasant, as I now saw her nipples starting to poke through the thin material of her blouse. She stepped over me, and I. Justin was jacking his cock faster and faster. His breathing was shallow and his eyes were locked on my activity. I ran my tongue up the shaft of Matt’s cock, his hand letting go to make room for my tongue. The pre-cum was smeared all over the shaft and veins. It tasted delicious. Matt’s fingers, also covered in pre-cum, found their way to my lips. I sucked them clean.My tongue returned to the base of Matt’s penis and I ran it up the seven and half inches to the head, flicking it gently over.