Never met a guy yet who wasn't at least a little flattered by that...I love taking a new cock in my hand, feeling the hardness coupled with the velvet...-soft skin. I love teasing his (or her) balls (more on that "her" part later), feeling the pouch draw up tight in my hand. I love feeling a soft cock harden in my hand, knowing I'm responsible for this minor miracle. I love watching it grow, knowing he wants my caresses, aches for my touch, for my mouth. And yes, I ache for his as well.(It's. You guys seriously have to talk about this," Angelaadded as she stood up."I'm going to the ladies room, I'll grab us another round on my wayback, ok?" SHe said as she walked towards the bar area.As soon as Angela walked away Jordan moved his head in closer to Anna."This is insane! How am I supposed to react to this with her here,"Jordan immediately went into it.Anna popped her eyes surprisingly looking at Jordan as he blamed thison her. "You should have played the message privately. How do you. I can see how wet you are when you bend over to get into your purse. O my, you've brought your favorite toy. Very good girl! I want to watch you so bad, and you know this. But only if I will please myself in the process. I eagerly comply and begin to lightly stroke myself as you lay on the floor in front of me. Your eyes locked with mine as you slip it inside yourself for the first time. Then again. Making me watch you is such a turn on. And the same goes for you. Watching me touch myself. The parents stood around cheering too. It warmed Santa’s heart to see and hear the children’s voices and chatter. Two hours later, after talking to 150 children and having his picture taken Santa was ready to go home. A humble Latina woman with a child by her side came up to him and begged for a bit of his time. Santa never refused the request of a mother with a child. She told him about her son Manuel who was 10 years old. He had wanted to see Santa today but had been hurt badly in a biking.