Finally after the coffee we headed the kitchen spending few hours preparing for the Saturday's gathering but during this good time I never lost my tim... looking over the nighty her very much seen Boobs and Nipples even when turning her back to me in the light could see easily her white sexy Pantie when in a normal way I did ask her about her tomorrow's dressing when she demands me to follow her opening her wardrobe showing me her clothes making me choose for her something fancy which I did. Some things she was certain of such as OJ Simpson complicity in his wife's violent death.Shivering under the beige covers she turned on her electric blanket as a scant but necessary comfort for her young flesh. Outside a wicked Northeaster blustered and blew. Only a madman would travel in such weather.Of course Santa is, will be and was sane. Far saner than any man in fact. But then again he was not a man. Santa established himself eons ago on some supernatural plane and possessed complex. He started massaging it and turned on the webcam on the stool. The woman messaged him, "I like your big cock. Show me how hot I'm getting you." He was still hesitant since I was watching so I grabbed the lube, squeezed some on my hand and started to slowly massage his cock, making sure I lubed every inch. He got a shock at first but then I felt him get even harder in my grip. I leaned down to whisper, "Do you like that? Let me help you get off for her." I started to stroke him up and down while. ( And you can thank “little-gothic-slut” for motivating me to start writing again…LOL)Where I last left off, k**dies, I was being carried to the king-sized bed where Mistress Sylvia, my very own personal tormentress was laying comfortably totally naked on her back, her gorgeous long legs spread wide open and her glistening clean shaven pink pussy vise just waiting to entrap me! That pussy had the strongest Kegel muscles I have ever experienced, my fellow pervies, resulting in in a velvet grip.