Her red miniskirt had a red frilly lace tulle fringe under the hem; the top was cut to show her cleavage, as well as her tight, taut abdomen, all held...together with a candy cane and bow. Four-inch patent leather black open toed heels held her up, while the mid-thigh red and white striped stockings were buckled with a belt, gift wrapping her legs. She topped it off with a red Santa shawl, fringed in white fur and tied with a ribbon. She looked like the sexiest Mrs. Claus you could imagine.She. "Mum has told me I have to be on my best behaviour while I am here, not sure I know how to do that," she giggled. "Don't you worry young lady, I am sure we will have a great time together. Besides, best behaviour was never my strong suit. No come in and let's get you settled." "This is ever so good of you sis, I will be a lot happier knowing she is in good hands." Jenny smiled, 'Good hands is exactly what I intend her to be in. Good hands and mouth if I have anything to do with it.' She. Amber Richards was the name of the journalist, and she arrived right on time. I was very surprised when I opened the door. I had not expected someone so young looking and beautiful. She must have only been around 22 to 25 years old.Amber was approximately 5ft 5ins tall (in her bare feet) - but today she was wearing strappy high heels that showed off her perfectly maintained sexy feet. I had an instant rumbling in my pants. She had short curly light blonde hair, framing a young face with subtle. Despite his fatigue, Ben found himself being invaded by her probing tongue, as it sought his, tangling and entwining itself as she gained entrance. God, how he loved this young woman.Breaking her sensual kiss, Amy ran her hand up the side of Ben’s head, softly running her fingers through his hair at the temple. He might be her uncle, but he was also the only man she felt that she could ever love. “Good night, my Lover” she bid him softly. Ben snuck one last kiss, then lay back as sleep.