I would pretend I wasn't trying to seduce him. As I got ready to leave, he would stand by the door frame. I pretended I had to brush my moist, hard, a...hing nipples, pussy, thighs or ass against him. He would pretend not to notice me or his hard dick making the tent in his pants. It was a game we both played to see who would crack first. It was a game I wanted to win. One time, about two weeks ago, he almost gave in. Almost. I got him to rub lotion on my naked back and inner thigh. He came close. I undid Santa’s pants, pushed him into a chair and took his nice cock into my mouth. Now it wasn’t the longest cock I had ever sucked, but it was so thick that it barely fit into my mouth. As I was sucking and licking Santa’s cock, his hands were playing with my hair and he was pushing my head into his cock and I was getting so turned on by this. Just the fact that I was giving Santa, a complete stranger, a blow job was making my pussy so wet. Santa was obviously enjoying this because it. " Thank you!" Angela gasped, tears spilling down her cheek. She poured the milky contents into Midnight's mouth. "Drink," she whispered as she stroked his neck.The horse neighed. His legs kicked. The bloody cuts renting his hide glowed with a pink light, sparks dancing in the air, and then the light died. His hide was unmarred, though still matted with the blood he lost. Midnight heaved his body, rolling onto his knees and standing up with a great strain. He shook his mane, his barding. If I could find some that had been roasted over a wood fire, it would be even better.The gift shop was very typical of what you would expect to see. It carried dream catchers, mugs, local jams, t-shirts, and other gifts to remind one of their visits to the region. They carried the wild rice, but it was cultivated. They also carried small statues that represented some of the wildlife of the region. There were also wood statues of old woodsmen and lumberjacks. One of the carvings immediately.