Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas pre...ents to You!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch. I excuse myself to the washroom. I barely get the door locked before I'm fumbling to get my belt buckle undone. My pants and boxer briefs go down in one swift motion, bunched up around my ankles. I sit down on the closed toilet seat and spread my thighs and legs as wide as I can considering my feet are basically tied up. I can see the wet spot in my underwear. God, I'm already so wet. My head tips back, mouth open wide, and there are low moans escaping my throat (I hope no one hears). My hand. So we started to chat. Once we got to know each other by WhatsApp we thought of proceeding to next level. They told me they thought an extra person because he was having a small dick and they want to spice up their married life.So we planned to meet somewhere public and have a chat over coffee. Till that time I haven’t seen any pic of the couples. I had sent them my pic and my cock pic and they were okay with that. So when I saw them, the guy was average, but his wife was like a bombshell. I. Later she emailed me the conversation between her and Deepak on Whatsapp (i shared the number of Deepak)Shweta – HiDeepak – Hi, who is thisShweta – wah, itni zaldi bhul gaye?Deepak – Shweta?? oh how can i forgot, i was thinking about you only.Shweta – kya soch rahe theDeepak – Tumhare bare main, tumhari body k bare mainShweta – achcha bachchu, meri body k baare main kyaDeepak – Tumhare boobs hi mere nazar k saamne ghoom rahe hai tabse, not able to think anything other than that; I wanna see.