You did receive it, right?”“Oh that? I M.T.d it. Figured it for a scam and wasn’t going to go.”“It’s not a scam, I can assure you ... What...does ‘M.T.d it’ mean?”“You don’t know M.T. huh? Sam Clemens – you know that was Mark Twain, right? A way-back author, you know? Wrote books? Tom Sawyer? M.T., right? Anyway. He got so much mail that he’d just pile it all on the corner of his desk. When the pile got so big, some of it would fall to the floor. He’d answer what fell, and throw out the rest .... "Easy. She helps set up the food and drinks for every school function." His tone suggested it was obvious.Sure enough, Aunt Claire told me she'd be there all day to help the moms. I told her I wasn't going when she asked if I had a dress or date yet."Why not?" Claire seemed surprised."Dances aren't my thing and I don't dance anyway." That wasn't true; I just didn't want to go. "Besides, I'm going into the city. There are a few things I wanted to get, some places I wanted to visit." She let it. She slowly started to take his cock into her mouth, inch by tantalising inch, her tongue swirling around his cock bringing Santa more pleasure than any of his previous last stops. She bobbed her head up and down slowly taking his cock fully into her mouth and throat, gagging slightly. Her left hand cupped Santa's balls as her right started to rub her pussy. Santa had never seen someone enjoy sucking cock as much as his naughty little Christine."Ohh god yes! You are the best at giving blowjobs I. One hour later she was back with help. Linda loved and admired her for it.Linda searched the waiting room for Nikki but her sister was gone. She wanted to find where Nikki was, to check if her sister was all right. All those events were making a nervous wreck out of Linda. She didn't let anyone touch her, not even Nikki. Linda could see the effect of her refusal on her younger sister but Linda's guilt became unbearable every time Nikki, sweet Nikki, came for a hug.Linda snapped out of her.