I don't remember running for it but I am sure I must have. I do remember seeing Melissa standing on my porch, dripping wet with the dew of rain runnin... down her face. Quickly, I invited her in, and as the door closed, we stood inches apart and yet could find no words to say."Melissa," I began, but the fevered look on her sculptured face caused my throat to clench and dry. She gazed into my eyes with a terrified wonder as if she were waiting for something both dreadful and sublime. Somehow, in. There's nothing wrong with you, or us. I still love to get off on your tongue and fingers and big cock, but I need more. I know you do too. I want to share that more with you, but I'll fill my needs without you, if I must."Fuck no, I didn't want more! I wanted what we had when we married. I wanted what I thought we'd had for the past ten years. I knew I'd never have it again, maybe never did."Honey, it seems like I've been talking for hours, and you haven't said a word." Joan..." I tried but I. A lot. But if you wanna stay loyal to Debi Sue I understand, and I’ll just take a nap and this’ll be our little secret. Feel free to watch TV, and help yourself to another drink.”And with that she stood, the tiny robe still dangling deliciously open, and she kissed me lightly on the forehead and strolled slowly down the hall towards her bedroom. I was up before I even realized what I was doing, running purely on cock power at this point, and I caught her before she reached her door. My arms. And I don't even bother with the naughty kids anymore. West Virginians got awfully mad at me, but it's another great time-saver. And in this PC era, would the NAACP allow me to give African-American boys and girls lumps of coal, naughty or not?" Hmmm. You have a point there. But why are you here now? Don't those elves need you at the North Pole?" Oh, I just show up from time to time, when there's a real emergency. Mrs. Claus is usually in charge of day-to-day operations. It doesn't take.