Today was the beginning of the Holiday Season. As soon as Thanksgiving was over, the weekend at the Mall was a happening. The kids wanted to speak to ...anta and tell him what they would like from the fat jolly man in red and white. Unbeknownst to the kiddies, they had no clue that most of the time Santa was an out of work actor or some temporary employee or a man trying to get a little extra for the holidays. Sometimes he was a grumpy old man, who got a kick out of having kids on his lap. Marty. "Miss K guided her huge, hard dick into Carol's wet, willing pussy, lodging it halfway inside before she was urged to stop. She then placed Carol's hands on her soft ass, braced herself on the woman's shoulder and started to pump her shaft in and out. As the screams filled her ear, Miss K got hotter with each pump, with her hot and heavy breasts rubbing against Carol's, and her dick feeling the slickness through the thinly stretched latex. She felt that tight quim milk her hard dick with each. This way every year they have to come up with some money and that will remind them that they have to work and earn something to pay me. We don't know either one very well. This way we will get to know them. If they make a good thing out of raising pigs and I see that selling the land isn't going to hurt me, I can go ahead and give them a deed to it."I hardly know anyone I'm dealing with anymore and I'm taking a lot of people on faith. If it pans out, then I'll be happy. If some of them do me. My hips swayed into a slow figure-8 motion as I pulled my sweater over my belly, my rib cage, and stalled over my breasts. His hands motioned up, signaling me to show him what was underneath. I turned around to pull the sweater over my head. I turned around to look at him over my shoulder. He motioned his hands to cup his breasts. Another item of clothing flung off to the side before I turned around to run my hands up my torso to cup my purple lace covered breasts for a moment before they.