Do you mind?”His “Yes, Dear” did not mean that he minded. It only proved her supposition that she could do whatever the hell she fucking well pl...ased and he would not have a clue as long as that little Jezebel of an Elf ground her impossibly tiny twat down on his tent. Mathilda had not the slightest fear that Santa could gain entry to that little portal, but she might have some stinky laundry to do when she got back. “Oh, well”, she was out the door with only one very, very, very long thing on. I removed myself from her slapped her ass and told her to get up, the night is still young. As she catched her breathe she picked up her body from the floor and followed me to the couch. I sat down as she tried to mount me I gave her a slight push off of me and commanded her to continue sucking me off. She slid down to her knees slowly and began jerking me off and licking my balls. She continued this for while before taking me back in her mouth with a steady pace of bobbing her head up and down. But I have to admit that it’s even more exciting knowing that you wear stockings, not panty-hose, that’s a real turn-on!’ She blushed even harder as she replied. ‘I don’t always wear stockings, just when I feel a bit, a bit, well, you know… I guess that today was one of those days, I really don’t know why.’ As she spoke her eyes rose, to look directly into mine, and I hoped that what I thought I read there wasn’t just wishful thinking on my part. Then she turned away again, saying. ‘I must ring. The route was hilly rather than mountainous and we stayed overnight at quite a large village, about a dozen huts. Suma and Roger were spoilt for choice of young females and there were to be several young lads too and I tried a couple of them. Roger's humour began to come back when I chained him to a young girl that he seemed to fancy. The village had a hut put aside for visitors because the route was fairly well used, indeed we met various other people on the way, and so we were able to take.