Ron, who’d failed to notice all the attention he and Hermione attracted, did notice Harry’s face as he reached for the sausages, "What?" he asked ...uiltily."Oh nothing," Harry said mockingly. "It’s just kind of nice not to be the one getting stared at for a change." Ron looked at him stupidly for a second, then looked around, blushing a bit when he realized his hand was still locked in Hermione’s and people were watching them. But Ron surprised them all by bringing Hermione’s hand to his lips. Santa tried to pull away just prior to cumming, causing Candice to hug him tightly around his buttocks. Santa was unable to retract or extricate his cock from her mouth. Looking up at Santa, Candice could see he was very flushed and his eyes were rolling as if in a stupor. The first wad of cum erupted from Santa’s cock and was swallowed in one gulp from Candice’s hungry mouth. Several subsequent but diminishing eruptions were also deposited in her mouth before he was spent. “I needed that badly. The skin on his head is stretched tight as a drum as his fingers slide over the top of the ridge. Sissy’s eyes spring open in complete surprise then her face twists up into disgusted grimace. But she does not look away and after a few moments she becomes interested in the panties on his dick. Her eyes narrow as she recognizes them as hers. She opens the door a little more to see better, but is not able to she her brothers face. She has never seen his dick hard. She had seen it before, when. .. hell, I might have creamed my shorts then and there, if paranoia hadn't set in." "Paranoia?" The woman nodded. "That the real owner might show up, or that it might have been stolen." "It wasn't." "I know that now." She cleared her throat. "Excuse me. A bit dusty in here, what kind of tea is in that pot?" The Old Man favored her with an enigmatic smile. "Any kind you want it to be. Would you care for a cup, I guarantee that it's excellent." "No hidden traps in that guarantee?" "Touch?. I.