" I see. Well, it looks like there's only one thing to do then. Listen, Morty, you help the rest of the elves finish up. I'll be back in a few minutes..."As Morty turned his attention to the other elves, Santa stepped from the living room to the dining room, then down the hallway toward the bedrooms. For a large man, he moved with extraordinary grace and was silent as a field mouse as he made his way into Lisa's bedroom.He looked at the tiny figure in the big bed and smiled at the angel before. She pounded my pussy hard and whispered nasty things in my ear. Somewhere between the sex and my own self destruction I forgot where I was. Or maybe I just didn't care anymore. I started screaming loudly, begging her to fuck me harder. She obliged me like I had never been obliged before. She was grabbing my breast and biting my neck. I held onto her thighs to steady myself in my 5 inch heels. I forced myself down on the toy hard. I rode that toy like the pornstars in my x-rated DVDs. Our skin. Cars drove by, carrying laughing families on their way to the beach or to the park or the movies – or anywhere but the awful, boring church. There was something enchanted about the world outside, and every Sunday she sat there, longing to be a part of it. The congregation had just taken it’s seat after another uninspired song, when Jenny first noticed it. She happened to glance outside the window – and there on the street below was a plastic shopping bag from a nearby grocery store. The bag was. Leia was bored.It was still assumed by the local culture that the boy you went to the prom with was the man you would marry to carry on the family round. This was also a culture with "issues." The owners of the orchards and most other businesses were anglo and protestant. The folks who did a lot of the work were latino and Catholic. There was more than a tinge of the forbidden about socially stirring that pot. Ricky Hernandez was, in Leia's opinion, a hot hunk so she was thrilled to accept his.