There was a trap door on the back deck of the sleigh which opened into the sleeper.The sleeper had been designed for Santa who, while being the larges... elf at the North Pole, was still only five feet ten. Bob wedged his six foot frame into the bed, but he couldn't straighten his knees.Gwyneth stood on the floor beside the bed, looking at him and frowning."Try pushing with your feet," she said.He did."It's solid," he said."Try pushing and imagining that you're Santa and have magical powers," she. One of the things I love about younger guys, is even aftershooting their loads, their cocks still stay somewhathard. Jack's cock in my ass, stayed nice and hard so he startedto slowly move his hips forcing his cock to push his cum outof my ass.Bob said, don't waste it. Jack stopped, reached over,grabbed a towel and as his cock slipped out of my ass he replacedit with the towel.I climbed out of the jacuzzi, Bob stood up and followed meinto my bedroom. I climbed onto my bed on my hands and. That had been way too easy.:Okay, this is where it is.:He gave Piccolo directions, and when he had left the mountains he hadbeen in, Dende thought of something."Maybe I should have asked Mr. Popo if he had known anything about it."~*~Piccolo was gliding in over the area that had been pointed out to himby Dende. There was nothing really strange about it, he thought. Itlooked like any other area that he had flown over at some time oranother.It looked like several dozen tiny ponds with bamboo. My TEATS p...pl...eeeease hurt them. i...i.. i just gotta cum"They could hear a man's voice from inside: "have him wait a little Pamela! We want to 'arrange' her breasts for him. You know! So he won't even recognize them. Have him read her statement."So it was "Pamela". She handed him a typewritten sheet, signed at the bottom. He got only as far as the first line.I am a Whore. A slut of the worst kind. I have to show my breasts tomen. I need to take them to the depths of depravity with me. So.