I used my hand to stimulate the rest.His cock feels different in my hand than the other cocks I’ve held. It’s so fat that my hand can’t close ar...und it. But the cocks I experienced in the past had all been much skinnier and had felt bony. I know. There’s no bone in there. But when skinny cocks get hard they feel like that. His is different and I like it. I like the difference.I did the best I could do and as I worked at his cock I found that, unlike every other time in the past, I want him to. I doubt this will take long," she winked.Walking towards him, the look on his face it was like all his Christmases had come at once."Aren't you glad you dressed as Santa tonight, eh," she said to him."Just a bit!" he replied.Sitting on his lap, she wiggled abit and went on. "So what has Santa got for this Naughty Elf?"His hand went up her leg, reaching her stocking tops and feeling flesh he responded, "Oh I think you can feel exactly what Santa wants to give you."My cock was rock hard, but I. Inside on a bed of blue velvet was a slightly glowing, oval, pink stone. Tifa recognized it immediately as a Materia, though she didn't recognize the type. She picked it up, noticing that it had been attached to a leather strap with a silver buckle. It was a choker.With a shrug she brushed back her hair and put it on. She had a moments trouble with the buckle, but got it. It was a snug fit. She turned to see herself in the mirror behind the counter. She smiled. She looked ridiculous. The. ”"Oh, that’s nice for you both!”Em and I exchanged telephone numbers and otherwise got reacquainted, nattering happily when I noticed Brian’s expression had changed. He blinked in disbelief or fascination, staring over my right shoulder. In an instant I knew what he was looking at; drying on my washing umbrella among the dishtowels and hankies were a brassiere and knickers. A very special matching set in pale lavender gingham and delicate white lace. In a kind of shock, we both looked at each.