We’d walk together, or course, all wearing our fine dresses and skirts.These are fun girls. Not like most CDs who are really just men in women’s c...othing (which is fine for what it is), but like proper girls having a proper girl’s night out, looking out for their girlfriends. True and genuine. Nothing inherently sexual, just fun.We’d head to the local gay bar. It’s the only gay bar in the entire city, so you’ll find even just bi-curious people, or even just straight people, there. I hear it’s. I could immediately see that my smoking was turning Anthony on again. What an odd but amazing effect. I can't say that I fully understand it but it definitely something I could use to my advantage. 

As I have mentioned before, I am multi-orgasmic and am, for all practical purposes, insatiable. Despite having had countless orgasms over the last four hours, I was beginning to feel that familiar hunger in my loins, and getting the picture that Anthony wanted nothing more than to please me, I. Claus [would - to] visit me tonight." I'm not Mrs. Claus; I'm one of Santa's helpers. He uses us because there's just too much for him to cover in one night. My name is Nicky."Due to the fact she left her glasses next to the bed, she squinted at the clock. It was three a.m. "You're out kinda late aren't you? I thought Santa made his rounds at midnight." I'm late because some of the elves and I celebrated a bit too much after supper. I then lost your address, and caused Santa to leave the North. "Let's go to dinner," he proclaimed. And so they did. He had managed to reserve 'their table' at their favorite restaurant and they proceeded to have a quiet, romantic dinner. So quiet that she wondered if that was going to be it but then he had all but promised there was more to come.When they returned home he grabbed her and began kissing her passionately, at the same time walking her back towards the bedroom. When they reached it, he began to remove her clothing."Lie down on your back.".