The first place we went to, a 5 year old boy answered the door with his mom a few steps behind. I said, “Ho ho ho, marry Christmas”The boy turned ...o get his mother, “Mommy, Mommy its Santa”I plaid my part, saying, “That is right and I know little Jimmy has been a good boy.” His little sister Sue was playing shy and hid behind her father’s leg.”They found me a seat and I did the typical Santa thing. Beth handed me presents and direct traffic, so only one person was on my lap at a time. When we. She never appeared to look at him. Even when he ran fly patterns at full speed Susan put the ball lightly on his fingertips. Once he took her pass in one hand because she threw such a soft pass that was so easy to catch. On one pass that dropped incomplete, he was supposed to take five steps and took seven. The ball was right where he should have been.Finally, with Mike gasping for breath, they quit. Mike had his hands on his knees and was breathing hard. He gasped, "You win. Susan, you are. Finally, the urge to try something new overtook me and I got into my truck, headed for our secret tryst.When I arrived, he was waiting at the door. Silver-haired and slim, this older man was about to take my bi-virginity! We exchanged the obligatory "Hello's" and he poured me a cup of coffee.He was wearing a blue robe, and I could smell the fresh scent of soap and cologne on him as we enjoyed some small talk. Despite the friendly chat, my cock was swollen in my jeans and his occasional. The harder I squashed and pulled them the more it hurt and the more it hurt the faster I fingered myself. Thankfully I had an LP on the turntable because I could no longer control my breathing and was panting and grunting as I shoved a second finger even further into my hole. I could feel beads of sweat running between my wobbling boobs as I had that same unmistakable feeling in my tummy until another wave of relief swamped my young body, then another d finally third tiny one. I was so.