", thought the lusty Santa to himself-). Sienna glanced down coyly and then back up cutely to look Santa in the eye, smiling, said, "Well, I've been n...ughty, but very nicely so!" "Uhh... yeah. Well, that sounds good enough to me, young lady. What would you like Santa to bring you?" Sienna seductively cupped her dainty hand to Santa's ear and whispered a list of six new Doc Johnson sex toys she would like to see under the christmas tree this year, along with several different flavors of anal. At times it was torturous for him to listen to young females conflicted by guilt pouring out revelations of their sexual desires and transgressions. No matter how hard he tried to deny his impulses, the padre was frequently aroused by these deep secrets murmured in the dark shadows of the confessional booth. In twenty-two years, these roilings in his soul had never caused him to break his vow of celibacy, but he did occasionally falter in fantasyland.It was even more troublesome when he. "I do," Stacy smiled at me. "I have a thing for it." For cheating?" I asked her and the girl nodded."Compulsive," Stacy giggled."She breaks up every time," Monica explained. "Like, she meets some cool guy and moves in and a week later Stacy's bangin' on my door all cryin' cause she got caught fuckin' around again." A guy?" I narrowed my eyes and grinned because Stacy had spread her creamy thighs to show me her red bikini. It was a thong, naturally, and barely covered her pussy. I could see it. I drew a lazy circle around each nipple watching myself in the mirror."See, you're not dead yet." Cleo whispered in my ear behind me.I jumped and blushed beet red."Try these, and I wanna see. I got all one pieces." Cleo rambled on as I headed for the curtain. No, not dead yet."Ugh, too floral" Cleo wrinkled her nose at the 3rd suit I tried on."Only one more." I cautioned her."That's ok. There's more stores."I came out in the last one. I liked it. She liked it. Pure black. A demi cup that raised.