Mary Beth moaned and groaned as her poor whipped heinie was fucked into some proper respect and shape. Santa's crushing tonnage reduced her resistance...to zip and nil. Pitiful sounds from her nose and stuffed mouth did not penetrate the great laughter from Santa Claus. With a hilarious whoop of primal exuberance, Santa finished her off jamming all of his tool to the balls inside her warm insides.Huffing and puffing he withdrew his still tumescent prick. He lit his queer looped pipe and puffed. She was a full C-cup. I had seen her bras in the laundry so I knew those tits well.“Come on sweet heart you don’t need him. You have the family and we can take care of your needs.” I told her.She buried her head in my chest and her tits pressed against me. I thought about everything under the sun to get rid of my hard on. I couldn’t. It was growing larger and larger by the second. I was trying to pull away when my daughter felt it.“Dad what is that?”“Sorry sweet heart it has been a while and I. Little does he know that the school is not exactly the idyllic place he thought it was. The first thing he noticed was the dearth of black men and black women on campus. Last year, James attended Brockton High School and he didn’t feel like a minority there. The school was teeming with African-American, Haitian, Cape Verdean, Hispanic and Asian students. Not Byron College, which had a student body that was eighty percent white. Oh, well. James took all that in stride. The last thing he needed. Lesley was impressed with me in gym class the year and asked me to wear that werewolf looking mascot costume the school has." "That's a relief." J.J. said. "I was worried about you for a second." As J.J. took off, Paul went to meet the girls in front of the school. For a bunch who was always worried about their weight, it was surprising they were standing before a vending machine. An out of order one at that. "Why are we here?" Paul asked as Jennifer pressed the buttons B4 and the machine slid.