Santa was having trouble deciding. But you're right, it's time for me to pick one and stay with it. And so, Paul is now on Santa's permanent who's bee... naughty list. It comes with benefits Santa's not at liberty to disclose, but it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to get some extra fire insurance, if you catch my snow drift. Hey, don't blame me. It wasn't my idea, it was Santa's. Is that third person enough for you?" Our next letter comes from George in Florida. "Dear Santa, is the story of. .. don't... know" she sputtered, the belt choking off her air."TELL ME!" he shouted, tightening the grip on her neck.She knew that Wendy had accepted Mark's offer to move in so she could gather evidence. The two had found the disc while Eric and Mark were both in class and Wendy had taken it to the police. She grasped at the belt but Eric's grip was far too tight. Rhonda felt herself losing consciousness.The last thing she remembered before the blackness was Eric's hysterical voice screaming,. “Here, one of a kind, worn by Miss Holly Wood in her award-winning film ‘Valley Girls Can’t Say No’! A true piece of movie history.”Sally and I both laughed, and I looked at her. “You know that movie?”Mandy blushed and nodded. “When I moved in with my boyfriend, he had a few tapes. He put it on once, said I would like it because I was a ‘Valley Girl’ myself. It was about 30 minutes in when I realized you were in it, and by then it was too late to stop it. Sis, I have to admit that you were. She gripped my head in the throes of orgasm, her pussy pulsating and grasping at my tongue. I continued to lick her until her shuddering subsided and she lowered her hips to the bed, breathing hard and groaning with pleasure. I crawled up between my mothers legs and rubbed my once again hard cock on her clit, then placed it at the entrance to her still quivering cunt, rubbing it up and down just inside her wet pussy lips. I asked her: Do you want me to stick it in, Mom, do you want me to FUCK.