Barr didn't care for one of the dresses I tried on. Karen smiled and said, "She isn't wearing it correctly. Hold on."She got up and told me to remove ...he dress. She handed me a bra. It was a shelf bra that held my breasts up farther than was natural and pushed them together. I put the dress back on and suddenly I had about a mile and a half of cleavage.Mr. Barr smiled and said, "Karen, you should do this for a living!"She laughed and said, "I wouldn't want to do this every day. But you know, it. Santa had disappeared Imust be dreaming, he thought. He scurried back to his room.He was tossing and turning most of the remainder of the night. What'sgoing on? Didn't Santa understand my letter? He thought I was a girl.Not that I WANTED to be girl. Now what? Mom and Dad will wonder why Igot girl's stuff. Oh why did I write that letter?!Lost my money too... I gave my money to Santa for the poor kids. I knowthat. But I still couldn't buy presents. And for what? He can't turnkids into girls or. As she pounds at my face with her clit I suck to match her thrusts. Withone hand I begin stroking my cock again and with the other I reach up andtweak one of her tiny hard nipples. The muscles of her hot hunky chestquiver and spasm beneath my touch.Sex with her takes on a quality that is more like two men fucking than aman and woman, and I am absorbed by the incongruity of that because as Ilook up from my position of sucking her cock-like clit I see that hardflat masculine chest of hers and. Christ, how low could a person sink? Well, he knew he was going to find out; he couldn't help himself. He would go to the summer house at Ste. Agathe des Monts tomorrow.He didn't know but what Madeleine suspected something. She had hardly spoken to him after leaving the party at Uncle Gaston's, nor he to her, and the little conversation they had exchanged seemed desultory and strained. He wondered if she had seen him going off with Ginny; he doubted it, but then, of course, he wasn't certain..