He hated the way he looked. Hehated they way he had to dress. Why couldn't he have long hair and weardresses and blouses? It just wasn't fair!Finally ...he two girls were done and they got candy from Santa's helper,a lovely elf in a cute green mini-dress. Chris sighed as he approachedSt Nick."Well hello young man, my what a fine lad," said Santa cheerily. "Haveyou been a good boy this year?" I guess," mumbled Chris."You guess? You mean you don't know?" asked Claus.'I guess I'm a boy,' thought. Every time I went into the store to buy these items I almost came in my pants. The worst of it came when I went into this certain store to see if they had a wig. This was bad because of course I had to try it on to make sure it fit my head. The last thing I bought was water balloons because they make nice tits. My wife had gone out to an appointment and I proceeded to get things ready for tonight. Once she left I went into the bathroom and shaved the best I could around the balls and cock. I. " Joe inquired."I had a jaw reduction. It seems all the years of wearing braces were for nothing. My overbite was genetic defect, not dental problems. It got worse and worse." Are you married?" she asked."No, how about you?" He volleyed back."Yes, I am, but I'm miserable. He's probably looking for me right now." Why are you late?" Yeah, I guess about 2 weeks late. I left him in San Diego and told him I would call him once I got settled someplace. I've checked in a couple times so he knows I'm. She froze in my embrace. ‘Don’t stop,’ I said. ‘What?’ she said. ‘Don’t stop dancing.’ I felt her smile through the warmth and ease of her body. I felt her hips move slowly to the music once again. I felt the rustle of her skirt against my pants. I tightened my embrace, drawing her closer. Her dark hair brushed my lips and nose. I breathed deeply of her. ‘Do you remember New Orleans?’ she said. ‘Yes.’ I nuzzled the top of her head. There had been a small restaurant just outside the Quarter. We.