Hank felt her pulling his hand towards her. He let her guide his hand and she pushed it up under little denim skirt. Hank felt her soft, warm thighs...and then he felt her moist pussy. She had no panties on and her little slit was wet. Hank ran his finger up and down her wet slit and she moaned and closed her eyes. He ran his finger into her hot little hole and it slid in easily. He buried the full length of his fat finger in her little twat.“Baby girl, you can come visit ole Hank any time. The black shirt he was wearing didn’t surprise me, my eyes drawn to where it met his olive toned skin. I could make out the contour of the muscles in his arms. He was even more gorgeous in person than he was over a computer screen, dangerously more so. I longed to touch him but I found myself frozen in place, unable to move.“You have as many books as you said you did. Have you read them all?” he asked me.“Most of them,” I choked out.“Where’s your favorite, the one you told me about? I can’t. I moved over her to rub my chest on hers and kiss her forehead, then I moved down to nibble her neck, her chest and her gorgeous boobs. I took particular care of her nipples, licking around her aureolae, flicking them with the end of my tongue, pressing them between my lips, and biting very gently on them.I was quite right, Sheila's nipples were getting longer with the attention I was giving them. I suckled for a while, swapping between nipples as she sighed with pleasure.I nibbled and nuzzled. She was bouncing in Santa’s lap and her breasts were bouncing in opposite directions. Flesh was moving all around. Santa reached out and grabbed Eva’s left breast causing her to stop bouncing. He squeezed her breast and the nipple popped out and sprayed a little milk on his hand. Eva giggled and picked up the right breast and fed it to Santa making sure some milk squirted in his mouth. “Here is the milk and I am your cookies Santa. Enjoy!” She moaned huskily. Santa is his fashion said, “Ho Ho.