I am slowly licking my tongue waiting to see your pussy. I am not sure if you had panties or not because suddenly there is your sweet wet box, glisten...ng from you watching us.You turn around slowly showing off your beautiful body, once again my cock is erect. I ask you come closer and let me touch you. You sit next to me and our tongues start exploring each other's mouths.Our hands are traveling over each other's bodies. I caress your beautiful tits, gently pinching your hard nipples. Your hand. Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas presents to You!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch introductionSweet Santa was called. Then we will continue."The AI called it a mobile neuron net. To Tiffany it resembled an open-face diving hood with a large bib. The bib, an oval flap, sat on her shoulders, back and chest just above her cleavage. Surprisingly, it stretched easily over her head, proving that it only looked like a diving mask."The gravity change is complete. Please hold as still as possible, the neuron net is being initialized."One of the side effects of Tiffany's recovery was heightened awareness of her body. ”“Shame that there wasn’t anyone around to watch you.”“I’m not sure about that, I would have been embarrassed.”“You’ll get over that and become proud of yourself when it happens.”“I hope so.”Back at Bright Sparks Abigail went straight to her new room, stripped and went looking for Dennis with her shaving things in her hand.“Where are you going to do me Dennis?” She asked when she found him.“On the dining table, get a bowl of warm water and a towel and I’ll meet you there.”Three minutes later.