" We both laughed.Christmas Eve:I went over to pick up Sharon and Jessica. I rang the doorbell and Jessica answered it. "Are you Mr. Warren," the pret...y, little, curly-red-haired girl said to me."Yes I am," I replied. I didn't want her to know that I had already met her; after all, I was Santa. Sharon did tell me that she had a long talk with Jessica about life, dating, marriage and her finding a daddy. I did mention to Jessica that she could call me Jeff."Mommy's still getting ready. Would you. ‘I think I heard you come in late last night,’ I said, trying to re-position the newspaper over my rising interest. ‘Did you have a good time?’ ‘Well… I did, but…’ Jenny hesitated. She was flushed and excited about something, and a little anxious. She looked steadily into my eyes, then lowered her gaze and blushed. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at the ground, or staring at my throbbing cock, which was now causing the newspaper to move, as if on its own accord. ‘I need a second opinion,’. Privately, I had been pleasuring myself to the image of her in the hallway. One night when I was wanking myself again she walked in on me. I threw the blankets over me hoping she didn’t see anything but by the look in her eye I knew she had. “Jeez Kiera ever heard of knocking,” I shouted at her, as I tried to smooth down the crease my rock-solid cock was making. “Sorry,” she said with a sly grin. She plopped down on my bed smoothing out the wrinkle on her miniskirt that only reached up. I remember it was 3 Am. And I sat to a corner of my berth and she put her head close to my thigh and legs against window wall and slept. I could see her cleavage and I was slowly getting aroused. I am not a sex hungry guy but I like to make girls sleep on my lap and pet them, caress where ever possible and make love to them in a romantic manner.Anyway, back to story. Since I was sitting at corner of the berth and her head was touching my thigh, her cleavage was quite visible and man that sight.