Gwen awakens to see the fat man standing in her room. "Who.....wait...do I know you?...and why do I feel a strange energy surrounding you?" asks Gwen ...alf asleep. "Ho Ho ....my don't you recognize me....after all....we've met once when you were 13" says the man. Gwen wipes her tired eyes out, and gazes once more at the bearer man. "Santa" says Gwen "yes indeed....so you do remember, but do you remember what I whispered in your ear those six years ago?" Santa asks."I member.....it was after me,. Its golden hue reflected in his eyes, still wide with wonder, “Erica, your photos did not do it justice.”“It’s certainly beautiful.”“Divinity?”I shook my head, “No.”“And still no funerary goods? No bones?”“No. James, look closely. Follow the twists here. There’s the outline of a symbol.”He noticed it too.“Fertility,” he muttered.Sitting back in his chair, I could see the conflict. “Fertility, James.It’s a ceremonial piece.”The quiet burble of conversation carried on around us.He huffed. There was something of a black forest gateaux going on. Very very furry and gooey. Good god. Her fingers were in place, spreading everything out. I have to say I'd never seen one in such extreme close up before. Sue had been so incredibly horny, but very shy about her body, after having had a baby, and generally always keeping the lights off. Martine was an entirely different affair. "Lick my fanny ?" she asked, good naturedly She smelt fine, really, subtly garlicky, but hey. Hint of soy. The. At work she would bring me my mail instead of placing it in my box. if I was in my work area she would put mail on my desk, reach onto my crotch and feel. talk about instant hardons....I had to sit there until it went down. as for me every chance I got I would caress her ass or tits. she did not mind at all. we had to be careful of course as we did not want to loose our jobs. on one occasion I was washing my coffee cup at the sink. she came in stood behind me and was caressing my dick. .