Speaking of last year, I'd like to talk to you about last year's present. I appreciate the fact that you were thinking of me and don't want to seem un...rateful, but I must admit to some confusion. I just don't see how the 150 pairs of jockstraps could have possibly been intended for me. I just know that somewhere in the world there is a football team running around commando. Perhaps there was an error in the elf processing center or something.In order to head off such an error, I've decided to. Oh joy of joys, I've found one. Dear Ms Creamy CunnyI live in the fridge at 47 Bessington Crescent, New Malden along with all my dear friends and near relations. Outside of the fridge is a big, wide scary world where it seems almost anything can happen. Mostly, I spend my days hunkered down in the chill listening to the machine hum that surrounds me and try to appear small, insignificant and undesirable. Why? I hear you cry. Why do you live like that? (I wasn't. I really wasn't. Honestly.. She managed to turn my children against me while siphoning off money enough to leave this backwater for some larger kingdom." Then ... You have no heir?" She promised to return him whenever I died." Charming. I can fix this." How?" he moaned, as she began speeding up the fuck, using her exceptional interior muscles to narrow and squeeze the walls around his cock."Simple. I will send you a suitable mate." But I have a mate." She never conceived?" No." So she never consummated." What about you?". I gasped. I moaned. Hecaressed. He fanned. I burned. I wanted. I needed. He gave.***I rolled out of bed around noon. I felt heavy, and my headweighed a paltry 16 tons. I felt like I'd been transferredto some high gravity atmosphere. The good news was that mydizziness was gone, and the pain in my stomach was morefrom hunger than anything. The throbbing in my head hadeased considerably, but I was sure it could return. I feltrank and slimy. I needed a shower.I am still not sure how I got into the.