A hint of lace, nothing fancy. Fred had bought him breast pads, “enhancers” some call them, in the smallest size, so Julian sported just a bit of ...urve.Harper had re-done his hair. It remained short but looked feminine. I can’t describe it exactly, but there was something to the wave that said “chic.” A bit of makeup, nothing exaggerated, and simple earrings completed his outfit. I’d make out with him in a flash, I realized. We have no blood relation, even if he calls me “Dad.” He’s an adult. . ‎Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had worked while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree. Santa was furious. “I can’t believe it! I’ve got to deliver millions of presents all over the world. He had plotted this evening for a day or two and came up with the idea of pretending to stay late at school so Mrs Baxter would have to come and get him – he had hoped she wouldn’t bring Benji too. He had a bold idea, one that always worked in the porn films and he was so filled with testosterone he had convinced himself it would work for him too.Waiting for her he kept rubbing his cock through his pocket. He had to keep turning away as a couple of people approached from time to time. He was. I was slowly fucking Helen when Simon moved behind me and started to run his hands up and down my back then slowly down my back to my arse cheeks he carried on doing this for a few more mins,I could feel Helen’s pussy gripping my cock while Simon was massaging my back then I felt Simon’s fingers rubbing around my arsehole,my fucking started to increase when I felt Simon’s finger push into me with my fucking motion I was pushing harder back on Simon’s finger I felt Helen’s legs tighten around my.