When I looked in the mirror I marveled at the changes in just four months. The beard and mustache were gone. My hair was cut short. Even my face was t...inner and harder. It was quite a change. Even Lisa had commented on it a couple of times.Being home again evenings I went back to the routine I had of leaving the house or going down into my basement room after Maddy went to bed for the night. Socially we had very little contact with anyone other than family. I had joined the American Legion and. "I know my husband fucked you," explained Mrs. Claus, "now I want to know what sex is like with you. It's been so long since a man has touched me. Santa rather play with the elves or with guys like you when he works." "Guys like me" probably means Santa fucks other femboys and transgirls on Christmas Eve, not just me, which I always suspected. She took off her glasses...slowly...then unbuttoned the top of her blouse, her titts almost jumped out. "Touch them," she ordered, "Touch my breasts,. All of that sweating in an Arizona heat would keep you lean and throwing back heavy soil and yard clippings all day didn't hurt either. It gave me a muscular build, but I never saw myself that way back then. One thing I do remember is that I was just like every other 14-year-old boy: Horny as hell. My stepsister Jessica wasn't exactly to die for, but she was easy on the eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, had soft light brown hair that was almost blonde, and green eyes. She had a nice. ”“I’ll go halves on a baby with you!” one guy yelled to resounding laughter.“Thank you for the offer but I already know who I want the father of my baby to be,” she stated, looking into the audience.“Not you too?” Dan cried in mock surprise to Bobbie. His three daughters looked at him, teasing him further.“And on my right is my beautiful Tina. What a fantastic body she has. I love Tina too, she’s constantly on my mind, and I’m frequently in her bed!” That comment drew more cheers.Bobbie handed.