.. like you have missed part of growing up. I cannot say I know you completely, Jesse. I am struggling with my own past ... as you have already realiz...d. It is not easy and you are the first young man I have really come to being close to. Close enough that I want to make love with you. For me, that is a big step.”Jesse sat quietly, saying nothing, his gaze trying to penetrate the fogged windshield. It was the moment of truth that he both dreaded and welcomed. If he hand any future in this. I was as excited as fuck, getting my first blow job and she expected me not to cum?But she was in charge and I knew if I wanted to continue getting these lessons I had to do what she said.When it started getting too much for me I pulled out and said, “Can we do something else? And I can cum later wherever you like.”“What do you want to do?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.“Lick you again,” I said, almost choking on the word, such was my excitement at saying it.“Good,” she said, slipping quickly. As she left the room she said over her shoulder, "I didn't make love to him, I fucked him. Can you forgive me?"I sat stunned as I looked down at the black satin panties with the large wet stain in the crotch. I smelled it to make sure. There was no mistaking it. It smelled like semen.With the panties in my hand I got up and went to the bedroom. As I entered Lisa was standing in just her bra and stockings putting her blouse on a hanger. I grabbed her and threw her down on the bed and said, "You. It started after Mrs Claus died in the 14th century. It was so Santa could find a new wife, but so far none had quite been right for him.Now Santa always laughed when he saw what the public thought he looked like. He wasn't the white haired, old fat man. He was stuck immortal at twenty three, not fat, but a bit soft in the middle with a beer belly, although the rest of him was muscle. His hair was light brown and short. At least the images had it right when they portrayed him with a beard. He.