There was no movement. Nor was there sound. He found he could stay half concealed by the upper mists if he bent over.He snuck around one side of the h...use and peeked into the back yard. Sure enough, there was a barn there. There looked like an awful lot of open space between the house and barn to Jack. He got the bright idea of crawling, which seemed to hide him well, but made it so he couldn’t see where he was going. Trusting his sense of direction, he just kept crawling until his head. The final man flips me to the edge of the bed and bends me over, face first. By now, with two loads of cum, every moment my ass doesn’t have a cock in it; it trickles out little by little. He wastes no time, shoving his cock completely up my asshole again. Being plugged up like that allows me to relax and enjoy the feeling of being plowed for the third time that evening. He takes to pounding me; hard, fast, and deep. Like a machine, he pistons in and out of me, causing me another body-shaking. No, wait, you can't do much dressed up like that without killing yourself. So you get to fold stuff while the rest of us slave."It felt really strange to be several inches taller. And feeling the stockings rub against each other as I moved was way too erotic. I kept looking in the mirror expecting to see a clown, but the same pretty, sad-faced girl kept looking back.When Renee arrived and went to check out the place she asked who I was, saying it looked like we were related, and wanted to know. I heard the door slam shut upstairs and looked back towards Santa. He started to trace his fingers down the front of my night gown until he reached the belt holding it together. With a swift motion, he tugged the belt loose and opened the gown, exposing my naked body underneath. “Oh my,” Santa started as his hands began to explore my naked body. “You have definitely kept your body in tune, especially after having three children.” I blushed as his hands grasped my 34DD tits and started to.