I was just about to sit down when you scared the dickens out of me. Pull up a chair I will explain everything.”My adrenaline was running a muck, as ...y mind tried to find some rhythm or reason, and I answered her with a sarcastic tone. "I didn't know he’d send Mrs. Claus would visit me tonight.”“I’m not Mrs. Claus; I’m one of Santa’s many helpers, because there's just too much for him to cover in one night."Due to the fact I left my glasses next to the bed, I had to squint to read the clock. It. During the night while chatting I asked whether she really needs a male for satisfaction.After a while she replied Yes, but who can I trust. I got annoyed and asked , Am I not male or Cant you trust me. She asked are you serious, We didn’t have such an intention till now and where good friends. I replied Neither I have such intention but see you so lonely, and unsatisfied , I thought I would be the only person who can help you. She told she needs to think and say. Next day , she said Okay we. As my hands caressed her, my thoughts turned to Silvia. I pictured her body, her firm little tits, fresh, dew-like kisses and fragrant cunt. But it all melted away as I listened to Marie’s smoky voice and watched rapt as she languidly parted her thighs, cocked a leg against the back of the sofa and with a single finger drew the gusset of her knickers to one side, displaying herself to me. “What did you do with him?” I asked, my fingers stroking at the neat triangle of faun-coloured hair between. There were fifteen other men besides Dad there that weekend with their wives, and Julie was still the center of attention. The men drew numbers and the first three got to butt-fuck on Saturday but spaced out hours in between. The next three got to butt-fuck her on Sunday. Everyone else just got to fuck her pussy any time that they wanted too. Somehow her Principal drew number one and took her ass first thing Saturday morning. He made sure to tell her that he would be calling her into his office.