I walked out to meet them as they arrived and the driver was a woman I had not seen this driver before. She was no more than eighteen and cute as a bu...ton.She smiled and I handed her my card and gave her a twenty-dollar tip on top of the price of dinner. I heard the door open behind me and Kim walked out nude as the girl smiled and asked me,” Are you regimental under your kilt sir?”Kim reached over and lifted my kilt showing the girl I was and she blushed.” If you want you can touch it!” Kim. And then I passed Pickles to her.She nuzzled him and he luxuriated under her attentions. We got in her car.“Home,” she said.“Okay. I met your Uncle Ray.”“How do you know my Uncle Ray?”“He lives on the river. I’ve stopped there a few times to talk, gave him some fresh fish. Nice guy. Told him I was marrying Gee. Apparently there aren’t too many of you.”“I need to go visit. When I was a kid, spending time there was such a treat...”“He invited us to dinner.”“We’ll do that. Let’s go get Pickles. But he was careful that he does not cause any discomfort. I was high in heaven with a continuous orgasmic pleasure. Later I asked him to give his cock and he turned to form a 69 posture. I sucked his cock hard and he orgasmed and pumped his semen into my mouth. I wondered how this boy got so much fluids. At 5 we got up, washed ourselves and I asked Ed to go and enquire whether the bus is repaired and when they will start.He went and came back to say that the mechanic is repairing and we may. ’ ‘Hi, Kris,’ replied the other sex addicts. I was too dumbfounded to speak. Of all the people in all the world that could have walked into the Anchorage Sex Addict’s Anonymous Support Group, it would have to be him. Kris Kringle. I don’t think anyone else recognized him, but the dark sunglasses didn’t fool me. I’d known who he was the second he’d walked into the room and purchased a hot chocolate from the drink machine. He didn’t look exactly as I’d pictured him. For one thing, he was taller.