Time to lubricate Santa’s runners.” I thought I was going to pass out. She got down on her knees, and slowly lowered my pants. Then she kissed me ...hrough my briefs. Then she reached up, grabbed the waistband with one hand on each side of my hips, and slowly pulled my underpants down. I had my biggest erection in twenty years. “Do elves ever do the lubricating, Hon?” she asked. “Does Santa like elves to do it, or just Mrs. Santa?” “I’ve never had an elf do it,” I replied. “Then this is Santa’s. About that time the guy behind her put his hands on the outside of her legs and was slowly working his way up her dress. I could not believe she was letting him do this. The game had always involved flirting but never this much physical contact. He had now worked his hand all the way under her dress and had his hands on her ass. Her dress was high enough that anyone paying attention could tell she had on a pair of thong panties and half of her ass was visible under her dress. The guy had his. “Damn, yours is pretty hot, too, ginger,” I alluded to Anna’s naturally bright red hair.“Hell, yeah ... now dip your wick in Cindy, please! I want you to pleasure us all, if you don’t mind,” Anna egged me on as I slid inside Lucinda “Cindy” Hackett, the station’s meteorologist.“Oh, fuck, honey!” I groaned as I pounded the hell out of Cindy for my part.Anna, meanwhile, let Noah ram her face while Ramsey and Roland took the other holes to make her airtight. I fucked Cindy very hard while Anna. The milf asked for a Virgin pina colada.“Make that two,” I said, resting my elbow on the leather padded counter. She gave a 100-watt smile. Showing her beautiful pearly whites, she held out her hand stylishly (for a touch and go handshake). Going by her comfortable 2-inch heels, she was probably as tall as my wife (5’7”).Her oval face had a strong jawline, like a beauty pageant winner. “Premila, she announced in a classy accent. “Good to see you again,” I said, picking up her hand and kissing.