“Would you like a scotch?” Mr. Wayland asked as he showed me to a large armchair. “Sure,” I answered. I had never had a drop of alcohol in m... life. I always missed out on the parties when I was at school. And my parents were not interested in sharing their own until I was an adult. As Mr. Wayland began to pour, I looked at a large painting above the fireplace. It was a portrait of Mr. Wayland. He was standing in a heroic pose with his right leg raised on something as his right arm was resting. Straight away my heart raced.....a granny, I could not blow this opportunity I said to myself. With that in mind, I played it coy initially but the more we drank the more we would flirt and hands would brush against each others legs as we laughed and finished the bottle. Jane then excused herself to the bathroom and I waited impatiently on the couch wondering where this would end, but hoping it would be with my cock inside Jane.As I pondered, Jane shouted on me and I quickly got up to see what. "That's nice," she said. Then she shook her head. "But I'm afraidit'll take more than one elf to let me finish the job in one night."Anya nodded slowly, then her hands suddenly moved again. Andas fast as she had changed, Greg felt the room spin as he rapidlylost height. His ears felt funny, and his clothing was a bit tighter.He glanced down, finding himself wearing a comparable outfit toAnya's, and with the same pointed little boots. He glanced up, andsaw that Santa, even as a woman, now. ..” She suddenly looked startled and exclaimed, “Oh, my God! My language... !”“We’ve heard the words before,” Kris said gently. “And I may have used one or two myself.”Again Diane Smith broke down in tears. She huddled in a ball on the sofa crying her eyes out. Mom went to take her in her arms, but then stopped. She stripped off her clothing and then gently took the girl into her arms. Very gently she moved her pierced nipples over the girl’s.Diane’s eyes widened. “You’re pierced, too!”“Mmm.