. I moaned, using his first name, as his finger fucked my wet pussy. He inserted a second finger and I arched my back, only to feel his tongue flick a...ainst my sensitive, swollen clit. I screamed again. Oh God, fuckkkk, I moaned, leaning back against the wall. His tongue flicked against my clit faster and faster and his fingers made a slopping sound as they entered and re-entered my soaking wet cunt. Finally, after a few minutes, I had been teased enough and needed the real thing. I pulled him. Although Marty was Jewish, he would have loved to play Santa just one year. He wasn't religious and really enjoyed the holiday spirit that people had this time of the year. He extremely loved kids, but most of them saw him in the little green outfit with curled shoes and large pointy ears and laughed. Any dialogue he would have with them would be short and sweet. Sometimes their eyes filled with tears from the fear they had from the tiny man getting too close. This always made Marty feel sad.. I can still remember the smell of her pussy mixed with the chlorine smell from the hot tub. She took my cock and pushed it towards the opening of her pussy, which was very wet. My cock slid easily into it as her husband watched. That was a great feeling as my cock slid deep into her pussy. She told me to start thrusting in and out of her. I did so and got faster and harder. I loved the way her boobs jiggled and the way she breathed and moaned as I banged my cock into her. My balls started to. “Aggie, is this him?”“Yes, Beverly, this is my Captain.”“Closer son, my time is coming quick, closer.”I stepped to the side of the bed opposite from Agnes. The old lady reached out and grabbed my hand. I was stunned by the strength there. “Thank you, Captain. We all thank you. You have saved our family. Please keep them safe.”“I’ll do the best I can, Grandmother.” she smiled at that.“You’re a sweet boy. What is your name?”“Henry, Ma’am, Henry Sullivan.”“Sullivan? Do you have a touch of the.