After entering the given gate code, I pushed the door of this tall, sturdy structure to hear a loud screech, that fading noise stopped when a shadowy ...igure dashes to halt it right before it closes. “Excuse me, Miss, do you live here or know if this building’s Number is 67?” – said the man, a few feet behind me, with such a charmingly deep voice. Trying to mask the instinctive blush that was about to form on my face, I replied to him that it was Nr.67, or that I thought so despite not living. . Phir ek din maine us se bra aur panty pahan kar samne window par aane ko kaha,pahle mana ki par baad me maan gayi aur black bra aur panty me aayi,us din us ko dekh kar do baar muth mara..Phir humne sex ka plan banaya,par hamare liye uske ghar ya mere room par sex karna possible nahi tha.to maine ek plan banaya,ke hum dono kisi hotel me kayenge,waha rukenge aur sex karenge,wo boli kaise,to maine kaha ke hum maa beta bankar jayenge,wo boli thk hai.Day decide karne ke baad hum ek hotel me. I spent it staring into space and, well, wallowing in self pity which did not do much to improve things. In fact, I'd got into such an effective wallow that it took me some moments to notice that someone was standing in front of me, repeating my name in an amused tone of voice.Looking up, I saw a pair of tan nylon covered legs, a knee length beige skirt, a grey knitted jumper and, finally, an intelligent, smiling face framed in a mass of curly grey hair. I got quickly to my feet, shook my head. I grabbed it with my right hand and started stroking it. "What about Mrs. Claus?" "Oh, she's been cheating on me. Don't you worry about her. It's just you and me now and when this is done you get your brand new, shiny iPad." Santa mounted me and I could smell a little bit of sweat and Old Spice on him as he pushed his dick in my wet pussy. He started humping me gently, inserting it deeper with each thrust. It felt so good, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his full back.