His hands grabbed my head and held it still while he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. Again and again his cock slid in and out of my mouth and...throat, his thrusts sometimes quick and shallow, with just 2 or 3 inches fucking my face. Other times he slowly and steadily fed me his entire cock, his balls hitting my chin with each deep thrust. My saliva coated his cock, making it very easy for him to fuck me this way. My own cock was hard as steel, demanding that I give it some attention.. "Hey, Mom," Henry greeted his heavily-titted mother as he met them halfway up the staircase. "Who's your new friend?" Henry, sweetie," Hilda replied politely as her bazooms bobbed with every step. "This is the mall Santa, Joe. Joe, this is my son, Henry." Hey, Santa," Henry said in an amused voice, looking at his mom's amazon melon knockers knock into each other as he tried to hold in a snicker. "Looks like ol' Saint Nick just got some pussy, huh? Did you come down the chimney or just in her?. It was notification that Kelly had been adopted by the Masons two months ago-- about the time of his "accident." And this." Another piece of paper. This one a death certificate for Glen Simmons, dated and stamped by the proper authorities. It was signed by Dr. Lesley Mason, the reporting physician.Glen looked up, tears forming. It couldn't be! It was impossible to make someone go away and to create someone else in their place! It couldn't be done-- could it? "I can find witnesses..."But. Ken seemed to be a man who seemed to know them well and it flattered me to be compared to such luscious women. "Do you know any real "Playboy models?" I asked suddenly. "I do know one," he said. "And, coincidentally, her name is Courtney also." That stunned me. How could he only know one and her name be the same as mine, I wondered. The thought that Ken was just enticing me to pose for him nude on a sunny beach while he took photos of me wasn't in my head. But he sure seemed eager to see me.