My memories or the night before as Janica told me that we had put a lot of presents under the tree but not nearly as many as there were there. Santa C...aus had indeed been there and left a bunch of presents for us. I even noticed an envelope resting on one of the branches of the tree that had ?Janica? written on it. I walked over to it and picked it up. I quickly opened it up and inside it was a photo of my current self and Santa Claus kissing underneath the mistletoe. Puzzled, I flipped it over. " I became very nervous, and she placed her hand on my thigh saying, "What, exactly, has caught your eye?" I tried to weasel out of the situation by saying I didn't know, but she interrupted me by saying, "Is it my soft black slip - or my breasts - I have seen you looking at them since you got here." I simply nodded, and in an understanding tone said "Women wear things like this to look pretty, and part of that is showing our breasts." I nodded again, and she asked, "Have you seen lingerie and. I was dumbfounded when Maggie got on the bed as well. As the bed moved Megan’s attention was drawn towards the movement. She saw Maggie next to her and smiled. A huge grin crossed her face. “Fuck this is good!” She exclaimed. Maggie started to finger herself next to Megan as she watched us fuck. I don’t know to this day, how I hung on for so long. The whole situation should have been too much for me and I should have spurted as soon as my cock entered Megan’s anus. But here I was, fucking her. It was all just... incredible. How could she do this to herself almost every night? What went through her head when she did this? What kind of degraded, perverted thoughts could keep a nasty little slut like her going for so long, so often, so actively?I need to fuck that again, he often told himself. But he couldn't. He'd made a promise. He risked everything if he did. But still... "Torch!"George turned his head away from the 2 x 4 he was supposed to be cutting."What's the matter, Torch?" his.