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 lo...ked 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 always found himself being drawn to the British women. Bud looked over Stevie's shoulder. The girls stood ready by the sofa, comfortably leaning against each other. Goldie stood behind Kelly, gently caressing the shorter blonde's shoulders. Stevie took his place behind the camera, giving the girls a quick wave when he was ready.Goldie undressed Kelly slowly, giving Stevie time to capture the best angles. When Kelly was wearing only her panties, she turned to help Goldie shed her frock. Once she'd freed Goldie's small paps, Kelly looked over. And she had matured considerably since she was smitten blind by Charles. She had grown to be able to see him as the self-centered opportunist and dandy that he was. But being able to see through him didn’t mean that she wasn’t interested in continuing to couple with him at opportune moments, usually just beyond public notice, which excited them both, and hurriedly and wildly and overwhelmed with mutual lust. Charles was a masterful cocksman, and Ada had not been willing to give that up. And she. He kept thrusting up into her, squeezing her against him, his hands clutching her buttocks. Ann’s face was slack and her head lolled on her shoulders as passion flooded her. She was getting so hot the water was starting to feel cool. Her arms went around Martin’s neck and clutched desperately at him as she felt her control leaving. ‘I’m gonna come!’ she managed to whisper, although she’d have rather screamed it out. ‘Go ahead,’ Martin said. ‘I am, too.’ Then all hell broke loose inside Ann and,.