"Yes, as soon as both of us can find the time. Maybe later this weekend ... probably Sunday. Oh, Ed, I'm so excited."I chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Ye...h ... I can tell. How did she find you?" She saw us at the July 4th concert. She got hold of the fair office and asked how to get in touch with Street Find and got Doreen's number. Doreen called her back last night. Olivia explained we were old high school friends in Harmon and she wanted to make contact with me. I guess Doreen was a bit. Still groggy, I grabbed my cell phone to be ready to call 911 and peered out my door and down the hall. "Ho, ho, ho!" I heard a man's deep voice say in a hearty laugh. I knew Santa wasn't real, so I figured this was some robber trying to pass himself as Santa. But how stupid did this guy think I am?I crept down the stairs quietly and found my living room bathed in an unexplained light and a tall, chubby man standing in front of my Christmas Tree. He looked just like the stereotypical Santa. Leprechauns and elves were as real to the young Allen Murphy as the cakes and cookies his grandmother hid in his school lunches.Allen was also steeped in a sense of duty and a fierce pride in his country from his father. Papa Murphy was the epitome of an Irish cop, without the failings emphasized by popular media. He drank, but only socially and never to excess. 'Alcohol is fun, but no excuse for losing control, ' Papa Murphy had often said. His belief in the rule of law was absolute, but. "Get on your knees and start sucking bitch, and make it a good one..." I got off the bed and he pushed me down to my knees in front of him.His black cock was not hard yet; but it was a tremendous piece of meat.The bastard made me say that I wanted to suck his dick. Before I could even say a word; he pushed his black onto my face and then into my open red lips. I sucked him for a long while, until he threw me back on the bed and he shoved a couple fingers up my wet cunt…"You are ready for my.