” I stammered.“Yet smaller then me soft.” He said, letting his soft dong drop out to rub it in.“Yes.” I whimpered.“Then why fuck him?”�...Because,” And tears touched my voice here, “Because he’s the closest I can get. I think of nothing but your cock Aaron. I must have it!”“Then you shall.” He spoke benevolently.“Really? Oh thank yo—“SPLAT!He was grinding the huge meat pole across my cheek, rubbing it's soft middle over my mouth, stopping my words.“Uh!” I managed before he thrust his hips forward. Ho, ho, ho,Santa Claus-----Dear Santa: Dec 12 Well of course I meant for them to be attached to a beautiful woman that's horny for me! Sorry, for the confusion.Your pal,Bad Irving-----Dear Bad: Dec 14 I am getting very confused. Are you sure you are writing the right person? This is an odd request. Not only that, but I can't find you on any of my lists? Have you been good? Wouldn't a sled be just as fun?Ho, ho, ho,Santa Claus-----Dear Santa: Dec 16 I have been very good, please ignore my first. My own nobles uphold my just lawful claim and are gathered upon this field to see that my rights are defended, with their blood if necessary!" How very tedious!" Ayleth casually remarked. "That you cannot ever let go of anything of the past. Do you still sleep at night in your old nursery, with a favorite old toy tucked under your arm? No, or at least I should hope not! Things are indeed what they are, and you landed upon these shores a Duke and you shall remain so when again you leave it, or. .. before we got back to our talks of a forthnightLisa Love has my mind playing that old soul song over and over: "I've got Georgia on my mind"Lisa Love lives in a country where wine was invented and still has hundreds of different g****sLisa Love lives in a country where the first Lady was a countrywoman of me, slender smart SandraI often have an old soul song on my mind by Ray Charles "Georgia on my mind", read lots about itI often wonder about the same question,why can't she get back at me.