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. No number listed. Not a trace of the guy in information either.He couldn’t wait any longer. The hot sun blared into his living room. Pedestrians on the street yelled at each other a couple of floors below. Only a jar of old mayonnaise in the fridge along with a bruised apple in a grocery bag separated him from the real breakfast across the street, a fast food joint which, if he hurried, would serve him eggs, sausage, and cheese all in a compact muffin for real cheap. Lately, that had been his. I like to rub it hard against my clit until the vibration is almost painful, and then fuck myself fast and hard. He had no idea what I would be serving up today and came in just as I was coming, but he was up for the task of pleasing me all over again. He just grinned and asked what I had been up to. Without waiting for an answer he pulled me to him and began licking and nibbling my neck. I am super sensitive there and every bite felt like it went directly to my nipples and clit all at once. He. When we was kids and fucking in the back seat of my old Toyota crown Becky would moan and groan some, kind of loud you know. She spread her legs easy then. Still I could tell she never liked it much – I don't know how I knew, but I knew."So one night I was a little buzzed, not like this evening – I'm as the English says – pissed tonight. I mean just a small buzz." Holding his fingers up barely apart, Gary continued with the story. "I got carried away and was rough with her when we," pausing he.