I touched his inner thigh and he slid further down towards my hands that were now making their way up to his tool and suddenly, there and then, his ma...sive throbbing tool was in my hand and it was brick hard. I whispered to him about going somewhere more private and he readily agreed.We got out of the Jacuzzi and headed to one of the private rooms, a sparse barren room with a lockable door and plastic mat on a raised platform. We both entered the room and locked the door and he dropped to his. Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas presents to You!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch introductionSweet Santa was called. My cock now rammed into her pussy hard and fast. Nothing mattered. We just fucked. I reached for her tits and squeezed them hard, Molding them with my hands and I sucking on her nipples. Ammi pushed me face away from her breasts and told me “Rip it off you machord ka batcha (son of a mother fucker). I did just that. Ripping the fabric apart I kissed, sucked and squeezed her naked breasts while her ass bounced up to met the downward thrusts of my man-meat. Suddenly I felt the end approach.. ” I sat Betty up and got off the couch. She tried to regain her composure, not to mention her breath as I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door. “Where are you going?!” she said angrily. “To a dirty book shop, sweet cheeks. I’ll just haveto toast your buns some other time.” I was outside and getting into my car when Betty stuck her head out the office window. “You’re a real jerk, you know that?!” she shouted. Then she started addressing her comments to the entire block. “Jack Wayne is.