It was already nearing the end of December, and we only had 2 days to go until our students left on their Winter Break. There was a celebratory atmosp...ere around the school as the students wrote letters to Santa and made a variety of glittery arts and crafts. The tradition for the past ten years was that I was to play the part of Santa Claus sometime during the last week of school. I would pose for photos with the students, pass out candy canes, and accept letters that were addressed to the. I got the feeling she was flirting with me. It surprised me, but I sort of liked it. Maybe it was the alcohol effecting my libido. She continued to talk with me, and she started to touch my hand and then arm. Then I knew she was coming on to me when she leaned over to whisper something to me and she "accidentally" brushed my breast. She leaned over again, this time he hand lingered longer on my breast. I found myself pushing my breast toward her hand. I really liked how it felt. At one. I had decided to take a rest before meeting my black lover Jerome…I spread my legs wide open and touched my freshly shaved smooth pussy; pulling my lips apart I felt my clit that had become swollen slightlyThen I sighed softly and rubbed my clit very gently, as my mind was being consumed with what would be happening later in Jerome’s arms…It always happened each time I thought of his huge thick cock, slamming into my wet hungry pussy and making me scream like a bitch in heat. My other hand. They were both moist and sticky from their adventures and Rob had plans on how he was going to clean Jane up. He took her hand and lead her up the stairs. His home was spacious and clean with a distinct bachelor, masculine sense. He drew Jane close when they reached the top of the stairs and lowered his head to kiss her. His hands roved over her narrow sides and moved up to brush her side breasts. The soft curves of her luscious melons against his hands felt fabulous. His hands moved their way.