"He paused and then said, "I'm going to say something that most of you — being career atheists — will ignore. But I'm going to say it anyway. You ...ee, these young women are just loaded with God's Sanctifying Grace. In a word, they're holy. Every single thing these girls do is for the greater glory of Almighty God! That's why I can trust them. Because I trust Him!"He paused to let his words sink in. "How loaded with grace are these girls? Earlier, after we reached this agreement, one of them. " After a couple other similar questions along the same vein that was pretty much the end of the conversation. Let me give you the requisite description of my wife now and get that out of the way. My wife is half french and half Vietnamese. She's tall, five foot nine inches tall in thigh high stockings, with a small muscular frame, but she's not skinny. She still weighs a pound or two either side of one hundred and forty pounds; and fills a 34C-cup on the rare non-working occasions when she. I reached down and turned on the vibrating part that stuck out that pushed against the clit. I made sure that it was pushing firmly on her clit and started fucking my hard cock in and out of her ass.Feeling my cum building once again I started to pump her ass hard. Each time I would jam my cock in my balls would slap her ass cheeks with a loud SMACK! Jackie started to cum from all the stimulation. I could feel her ass clenching around my cock milking the cum from my enlarging balls. The feeling. “Thank… you… Santa,” she whispered.Santa kissed her forehead with a scratchy beard kiss and said, “Merry Christmas Demi.”Demi woke up the next morning in her bed wearing a new red pajama set. She stumbled into her living room to find things just as they were, her three-foot tree, dark fireplace, and the remains of her red baby doll and panties on the floor from where Santa had torn them off her body.The memory of the wild sexual encounter danced in her head and under her tree was a single.