I actually felt my heart pounding in my chest as his words excited me further.My voice was shaking as I answered my son, “Yes, in a way I do. I feel...very wicked and bad, but it turns me on. Can you see how wet I am? You are doing that to me right now." My face burned as I answered my son. “Hold yourself open so I can see how wet you are,” he instructed.“Yes, sir”. I realized that my hands were actually quivering as slowly reached down and pulled the lips of my vulva apart for my son’s. The girl grabbed her shirt and tore it off, revealing her full bust and a tuft of pink fur between her breasts. She fell on her back and kicked her feet up in the air the seams of her shoes strained to keep together, and then violently shredded apart as the girl's formerly small feet expanded into large paws. She giggled and admired the pink fur that was poking through her thigh high socks. She wiggled her toes and flipped over, clearly enjoying what was happening to her, and presented her butt. I\'ll go ahead and describe his boyfriend Marc, even though he doesn\'t get involved in my story until later. Marc\'s in his 40\'s, his black hair is balding, but he has a nice goatee. He\'s pretty average, not unattractive, but not a model stud or anything. He\'s a bit overweight, although not nearly as big as Steve or I (wink). Like Steve, Marc doesn\'t fit the stereotype either, owning his own landscape business.Anyways, Steve and I have become buddies. It started one evening when he knocked. Once she arrived, rather than sitting on Santa's knee, she straddled his lap, placing her cute ass squarely on Santa's bulwark. Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned in for a kiss. Soon it was apparent there was a tongue battle for reign, with Santa enveloping Rachyl in his arms while his mouth and snowy white beard enfolded hers. As they continued their duel, Rachyl leisurely maneuvered her left hand down between them, so it nestled in Santa's lap. Slowly and deliberately she unbuckled his.