Damn, he’s wound up. He moves his mouth down to my breasts, kissing as he goes. I look over at his hand now gripping the table. I see what he’s h...lding. Condoms. OOooh. I wrack my brain trying to remember how I’m doing with my pill. Ding! I remember taking it this morning. I place my hand on his upper arm. I haven’t felt how hard they are yet. woah. ‘Ash,’ He stops his relentless assault on my chest and looks at me. ‘We’re good,’ I say glancing at his hand. He grins at me. What a little. "The recruiter said you had the same problem at the last concert."Joe again repeated himself. "I could not get my head right. I still played great though. Why are they worrying, if I played great at each concert?"Mary took her eyes off the road for a quick second to look at her son. "They are going to spend a lot of time, energy, and money into your studies. They do not want their investment to crack, or turn out to be waste."Trying to keep the peace, and smooth things over with his mom, he. Let's go!"With that she gave me a little pat on my bum and we got in a taxi. I was amazed. She knew what this was all about. I was going to see her lovely chubby(formerly fat)body at last. We chatted about other things on the way to the hotel. Her studies, my retirement, her workouts, my retirement, I know I'm boring but I was trying to keep my mind from imagining her with her legs above her head, with her pussy wide open, ready for my loving mouth.Eventually we arrived and booked in without. Then, when she sat on his lap, it took every ounce of willpower to keep his cock from making a tent in his pants. Every bit of will power he possessed, and a little bit of magic. Yes, magic. For, unlike most mall Santa's, this guy was the real deal. Chris Kringle himself.He'd come to this town on a mission and it seemed he had found his target. The girl had told him what she wanted for Christmas, her very voice turning him on. Then, when she got up, he used a little magic to freeze time.He.