After putting the other shoe on, he realized that he and his mother had the same shoe size.He took the shoes off, not wanting to fall flat on his face... and got up to go over to his mother’s vanity.Dennis sat down in front of it and found that his mother left quite a bit of her makeup behind. He took some of it and began to apply some of it to his face as he seen his mother do. He started with the foundation and applied it to his face. When he noticed how it worked, he continued on and soon,. She was wearing a set of form-fitting blue jeans, pretty black boots, and a white button up shirt, which was partially hidden underneath her leather jacket. She nodded in greeting as I entered, but I had to do a double take when I recognized her as Michelle Trachtenberg. I sputtered some kind of lame greeting, and she laughed. She said, “Relax, dude. I’m not one of those uptight jerk wad celebrities. You want a cigarette?” As a smoker, and a fan, how could I say no? I accepted a cigarette from. Oomph! I stuffed my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. I inched open the door and crept around the bend. I raised the bat to bring it down on the intruder's head. And stopped. Santa Claus's red covered ass was sticking up as he bent to close the window behind him."Aren't you supposed to come down the chimney?" I asked with great originality.Santa screamed and spun around. Hmmm, this Santa had it's padding in the wrong spots."You scared me," she accused."I scared you? This is my. "Come on, kid-- settle down, and--" Oh daddy, daddy, you've always been so understanding, so helpful." Linda slid over onto his lap and snuggled to him, her face into the side of his corded throat, her rounded ass squirming upon his lap.And with no panties on, Betty thought. Chad couldn't take that for long, especially with two double shots of rum racing through his blood. Linda was wiggling, rubbing her tail and her tits into her father, and Betty saw Chad try to move her off his lap, saw him.