When I come upon the swell of your breasts, I cease the lipservice and raise my hands to cup the pliant globes of flesh. At one time, your hands would...come up to intercept mine, inexperience planting the seed of fear that I would mishandle the sensitive mammaries, but now you merely tilt your head back with a sigh of anticipation and stroke my biceps with your tiny hands encouragingly. Once more, I marvel at how my goddess can command me to her service. My hands knead your breasts as they had. .. at church?” he added as if an afterthought. “I am sure you shall Reverend, if you frequent the Methodist Chapel,” I replied with more than a hint of rebuke. That didn't go unnoticed by his wife who looked at me warily. She seemed afraid of what his response might be and looked at him in alarm then back at me. I smiled at her as her husband coughed a little. “Ah yes, of course, I had forgotten,” he replied simply. “Goodnight Marjory,” I said gently. “I am sorry about the mishap at. No use taking chances -- this was Santa Claus, after all!"Feel the warm relaxation spread through your face. Down your neck. Into your chest. And your arms. Feel your legs relax. And your feet relax. So loose, relaxed, and warm. So quiet. Watch the pretty colors, and let them fill your mind. No thoughts. Only the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue."Santa's eyes were wide, the pupils large dark pools in the half-lit room. His jaw had fallen open, his mouth a small pink oval in the middle of his. ”“Believe it,” Dieter replied. “I saw Ursula and Rudi doing it in the woods at lunch break one day near the end of our trip.”“I didn’t imagine a young guy like Rudi could get a girl pregnant.”“He is quite capable of that, apparently,” Dieter said as he dropped his underwear to the floor and crawled in bed with Gisela.“Apparently Monica spent every night with Hans Pieper on the trip home,” Gisela said. “I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. Hans was in the program last year with my brother, Georg,.