Whilst lighting the fire I tried to stretch my long legs and lift my ass as much as possible to give him a better view. As soon as the fire was managi...g on its own I went over to the kitchen bench to prepare a nice, hot breakfast for my two men. Still the same pair of eyes were ogling me with a clear expression of lust. One hand was stroking his dick, and I knew he was thinking about the previous night. The same thoughts went through my own mind. I lifted up a bottle of oil, pouring some of it. Mrs. Claus looked at him in mock anger."Go cheer up the boss," she said to him."I've been trying Mrs. C." Morty told her. "But I don't think seeing 'Wonderful Life' would cheer him." Mrs. Claus sighed and then asked, "What are we going to do?" I have an idea," Morty said.Later that day Mrs. Claus made two phone calls.It was the night of December 23."Trust me," said Mrs. Claus."But, I have to be rested for tomorrow," Santa complained."Just get the sleigh ready," said Mrs. Claus. "Think of the. So far, the interviews had been a bust, yielding zip.Mrs. Grimes was a nanny, the woman who testified against Sara at the restraining order hearing. She didn't look like a villain. A kindler, gentler appearing woman couldn't exist on the planet, but the real woman inside her benign outer shell didn't match her appearance."Mr. Turnball," I said, "may I speak privately with you for a moment?" Turnball was Jerome's name for the interviews. We stepped outside onto a deck overlooking a lush arroyo. As I held her tiny little waist and watched her slowly squat down and up the thought of her tight, shaved, probably sweet tasting, 17 year old pussy sliding up and down my thick, long cock kept going through my mind. She finally finished and as she racked the weight again, she thrust her ass back into me and right into my rigid dick. She then gyrated her hips back and forth into me. I heard her moan in a whisper, "Ummm." Shocked and not knowing if I had pushed into her or her into me, I pulled.