No one ever knew it was me. I should say a few of my friends knew and of course my family.I had been playing Santa for the last nine years. I loved it... I was no longer the fat guy, or overweight Ross. I was Santa Claus, the man that everyone loved. Kids didn't pre-judge Santa, after all he was going to bring them gifts at Christmas.The mothers loved me even though they didn't know who I was. I couldn't believe how many times I've gotten propositioned over the years. Some women just wanted to. Katie likely didn’t want to admit it, but her “love life” was likely the source of her malaise. Her boyfriend James was as boring as his name was common. He came from a wealthy family, wore nice clothes, was vice-president of a big name fraternity, got decent grades (though no rocket scientist), and drove a fancy car. He even had a really big dick. But the infrequent sex she had with him was – well, it was like Labor Day, not like the Fourth of July. There were no fireworks; no passion; no. Nobody even questioned the move.To the shock of his brother, Ambuster took responsibility for the ten children that he had fathered with the women who were former students – and who were now students again. In an amazing piece of fiction, he wrote in his letter of resignation that he had tried to remain a simple mentor to the girls but they just wouldn't leave him alone. Imagine that! Ten beautiful girls, one per semester, chasing a balding, paunchy old guy. Yeah, nobody else believed it. Lynn had come round behind me, and quickly she pulled me upright, face to cock in front of the third man. He was stocking himself and said “Open, your cum slut mouth, its time to feed.” I opened my mouth, and he shoved his cock inside, and filled my mouth with his cum. She tilted my head back. I looked up into her eyes, and she said “swallow, slut.” Obediently, I did. She wiped the excess semen from my chin with her finger, and then made me suck her finger clean.Dianna had quit moaning,.