"Shall I make a woman of you?" Her tongue traced lazy circles around Courtney's bulging pleasure nub."What--oh!--what do you mean?" the teenager pante...."What I mean, dear Courtney, is I would like to take your maidenhood; to deflower you; to pop your cherry. I want to stick something deep inside your love canal and rip you open. Is that clear enough?" Oh yes, Mrs. Lunsford!" said Courtney. "Do it to me! I--I want you to be the one." She gazed lovingly up into Melinda's eyes.The girl made this. I was somewhat surprised when Santa broke with tradition, tucking his still sperm and pussy covered cock back into his pants. Mommy held out her arms and whimpered, "More...I want more, Santa."Santa chuckled and slowly shook his head. "Not this year, Christina. I think Missus Claus might like a taste of your sweet sugar cunt."Mommy struggled up to sit atop of the coffee table, naked except for a few tattered strips of gauzy, green fabric and high heels. She was trying not to pout, even as Santa. He liked my sci-fi’s as well, and we’d have some in-depth discussions about humans’ fascination for space and weird science.At work, we had adopted the two-week system, and Paul and Foxy looked after the second away team. Some of my people still worked the half-week system and some that didn’t need to go to digs or on study expeditions, often worked a regular week, this was all right by me. They didn’t need over the shoulder supervision, and our regular meetings seemed to get any issues sorted. “I can imagine.”“No, you can’t. I was sixty years old, and dying of cancer. Suddenly, I found myself in a fourteen year old body. No one can imagine that.”“I suppose.”“I had known Tim since I was fifteen, the first time through life. We had been through everything you can imagine. His first wife, Joyce, was a drug addict and a whore. She tore him up like you wouldn’t believe. He was my best and only friend. I honestly didn’t know how I could have made it through life without him. I trudged.