I hardly noticed that my robe had fallen open exposing most of my breasts, until I felt Santa's whiskers tickling my cleavage. I felt something else, ...oo, rising like a Yule log pressing up against my thigh. "Santa," I said, "Is that a candy cane in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" I reached down and freed Santa's erection from his trousers, marveling at the shiny red bell-shaped head that glowed like Rudolph's nose. I slipped to the floor, caressing his magnificent staff and licking. I feel like I’m drowning in a pool of warm water. You lean down to kiss me and I throw my arms around your neck as our lips meet. You lift me and I put my legs around your hips. You carry me to a couch and with our lips still together, you sit. I love kissing you. I love the way you hold me, gently but firmly against you. I love the way your tongue feels against mine. You lean back against the cushions as I pull my shirt over head and throw it onto the floor. I smile and watch your face as your. I kissed him back, my hands resting on his arms. The tender kisses between us continued. Andrew's hands were now traveling up and down my body, sending little tremors though me. I reached down and took hold of his cock. My hand slipping his foreskin up and then back, as I jacked him. I could feel his blood coursing through his thick veins, his cock responding to my manipulations. Andrew raised up and over me, my legs automatically spreading. Alex and Jack were close by, taping the action. I. Was fairly tall, about 5'11, and a muscular guy, not cut really defines, but just a big bearish muscular guy. He had a short beard, and short brown hair. I would have called him attractive at the time, but never thought of him as sexy until one day... Mr. was going to be doing some housework one Saturday, and had asked us guys to help him out since we all hung out there so often. That particular weekend, I was the only one still in town since all the rest of my friends had left for spring break.