A guy, but this voice was definitely NOT Rick's!I peaked through the door crack - the girl was brunette, on her knees and kept asking for the guy to f...ck her harder! I couldn't see much more of her than that, as the the guy was huge - taller, wider and very thick. Not fat, muscular, older! His ass was pounding her hard - it was taut, covered with hair just like his sweating back! He kept asking if she liked it and where she wanted him to cum . . . "you want it in your ass don't you bitch"?. I was half was through a sentence about telling the principal on him, when Hank suddenly pulled a picture out of his pocket and held it up so I could see it. I froze like a statue. Although I had never seen the picture before, I knew exactly where it came from. The color photograph showed me sucking on a large, hairy cock, belonging to an adult man with a pot belly. It was what happened at the movie theater with Eric Lewis and Tod McKenzie months ago. I had completely forgotten about the. I squinted to see if I could make out a figure and asked, ‘Who’s there?’ Whoever it was never answered me, so I got out of bed turned on my light to check the room out. No one was there, so I decided I had been dreaming, curled up with my blanket and fell asleep. I must have begun to dream, because I heard the voice again, this time it said, ‘Christmas is magic Amanda.’ As I looked on the corner of my bed, there sat Santa, a jolly fat man with white hair and a red suit. I rubbed my eyes and. She could be out there, trudging through the snow on a quest to find that last gift, but she thought the whole thing foolish.And it has nothing to do with me not having anyone to shop for. She added firming her resolve. Cynthia pushed herself up from her chair stretching every inch of her long, lean 5'11" frame. The three inch heels she wore had her looking down on most men. She was very grateful for her Norwegian heritage and loved the fact that it came with a hint of Irish providing the.