As I made love to Sylvia she told me of her love for Santa Claus. When she was just a little girl she not only ‘Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus’ but...she watched them make love under the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve before he left her a room full of presents. As she grew up she became aware that it had probably been her father in that Santa suit that had made love to her mother but the idea was engraved in her memory forever.To Sylvia Santa was everything good in the World. He brought love to. “When you’ve finished,” shestarted with a smirk, but I nodded knowingly; I knew thedrill!Her lovely curves in her skin-tight French maid’s outfitdemanded to be touched and caressed, and I licked mylips at the kind-hearted girl placing my coffee on thetable. Her fingers swept over the back of my hand andshe blew me the faintest of kisses.It was Alessia’s charms that kept her little coffee shoprunning – an investment she made from her inheritance –and. Thats 2 weeks, isn't it?" said Kevin."Yes," said Paul."Ok, see ya," said Kevin. "Thanks for the dinner."After Kevin had left, Paul went back to his room. His mom followed him."So, he'll be around again in a fortnight?" she asked."Yeah, for the next grand prix," said Paul."I thought you might have invited him around next weekend as well." Might do. I can always ask him," said Paul. "This isn't to get me tobe more of a boy, is it?" No, I just thought you liked having your friends around," she. Leanne stood up as I hooked one arm under Niamh's knees and the other firmly around her shoulders. I lifted her as I stood and carried her up to our bedroom. I laid her down in the middle of the bed and settled down beside her. Leanne stretched out on her other side. Niamh rolled over and pressed up against me and was soon softly snoring.I woke up when someone started messing around with my pants. Opening my eyes and looking down Niamh was just unfastening the front of my trousers and tugging.