Like Paul before her, she would need to be trained. Like Paul, she would, within mere weeks of being hired, be appointed "station manager." Her two hi...hly competent employees -- the kids -- were still just too young, and too tied up in their own ongoing education, to run the place.Burdened with his Christmas purchases from downtown, Paul gratefully seated himself in the enormous cavern of the train station, facing the Amtrak doors where, soon, for the final time, Lois would be arriving to spend. I took off her bra and sucking her boobs as a kid. I played with her navel and licking it. I tried to take off her pant. But she stopped me and started unbuttoning my shirt. I helped her and took off my shirt. She unbuttoned my pant and pulled it down.I was in my boxer and wetness of my precum is visible. She started licking that area over my boxer. I lowered my boxer and my lund hit her nose. Before she reacts I grabbed her head and pushed my cock into her mouth she first felt uncomfortable. .. Princess Schala... I never thought I'd see her again."Kid felt like slamming the table and yelling at him, but when that thought was completed, she found herself sitting next to him and putting a delicate hand on his shoulder."The interchanging paradox that is overlapping the worlds..." he muttered, "must have somehow regurgitated... P-princess Schala..."Kid closed her eyes in an almost silent prayer."I'm afraid I don't under- I mean... what the hell is going on here anyway?!"Balthasar. .. just everyone."Not so fast, Nancy," said Santa in a low and somehow sad voice. " They didn't lie. I'm not real in the way you think." Bullsh ... I mean ... Nonsense, Santa." Nancy blushed at her near indiscretion but went on, " I see you ... I feel you. And ... uhh hmm," Nancy paused puzzled and her nose wrinkled. " And I can smell you too, Santa. " Nancy was feeling rather awkward now because Santa didn't smell of pipe tobacco or Christmas cookie crumbs; he had a kind of musky, bleach like.