I am sure if you will do some research, you will find me on the good list. It doesn't snow much here, and a beautiful buxom babe would be a lot more p...actical than a sled. Have a heart Santa!Your pal,Bad Irving-----Dear Mr. Irving: Dec 18 INDEED we did find you on the good list. The good list from 1954!! You are well beyond any statue of limitations and your request is a base violation of the morality clause of my Yuletide Contract. By the way, it's ho, ho, ho in a happy sense, not in a pimp. The rooms we'd use most of the time were in the top level of the main building, with the master bedroom and my study in two different towers. That way all our rooms got great views of the castle's grounds and of the land it was flying over.I must have overdone the masculinity - what with all the weapons and shields hanging on the walls, the giant bear skins on the floors, etc. - because I could sense that my girls weren't enamored of my creation, so I said, "Obviously there's no way I'd deprive. "I'd love that, Amy!" I told her. I mean, what man wouldn't love to shoot a load over a beautiful young woman's face and body."Good! I can't wait for you to cum over me!" Amy joyfully expressed. Her eyes looked down, where she noticed the cum that had escaped her mouth and developed around my waist and balls. "Oops, it looks like I made a bit of a mess. Let me clean it up!" Amy gestured, pointing to the gooey sticky mess. Before I could say anything, she leaned over and used her tongue to lick. I resisted the urge to look."Mister K.?" Yes?" Perhaps you should try my doorbell?"I could barely hear her. The aroma of sexual arousal, mixed with our combined sweat filled the air around us."The doorbell?"Shirley's eyes blinked as she dragged the head of my cock slowly upward through her wet pussy, pausing at the entrance before grinding the head into her clitoris."Ring," she whispered weakly.I felt my cock being dipped between her lips and 'ring' her doorbell with increasing pressure until.