And we continued to have a great time, closing time came and we headed home, at this we are all really drunk, me the worst because I had a Head start....so walking home, we literally were supporting each other we got back to our building stumbled up to my room, and both girls gave me a very nice Kiss telling me they had a great time and off they went. I laid down on my bed, and the next thing I knew it was daylight and I had slept all night in my cloths with my shoes still on. For how much I. So I decided to just go for it. I put on a panty show for him. I became a nasty horny panty-fetishist perv right in front of him. I started getting very hard, still wearing the panties, with my penis making an obvious bulge that he could surely see through the front of the panties. I started rubbing it and gyrating my hips and caressing my smooth legs, thighs and chest. He started rubbing himself, stroking his penis as he gazed at me dancing in panties in front of him.By now I was incredibly. Time was getting short."Santa," he said. Bob must have seen the unavoidable flicker of derision on my face, because he leaned forward. "I was at that age where you know he doesn't really exist, but you can still kind of milk the concept, if you know what I mean. Our parents still took us to sit on his lap and ask for things. We'd done that, in fact, just a couple of days earlier, standing in line with a bunch of other kids. I had to watch Suzie - she's my sister - while our mother and father. Can I tell you something really personal?” I felt slightly honored that she wanted to unburden herself to me, and it goes without saying that I was madly curious to hear what she had to say. “By all means,” I answered her. She then began to tell me a story that left me amazed and intrigued. When she was born, she was not called Christina but Christian. She was, in fact, a completely physically normal boy. Despite being raised and treated as a boy, Christina never fit in with other boys, and.