“Ahh…” River opened her mouth, “Aaammpgrh..” She let out a muffled groan “Now don’t let that fall out of your mouth, or else!” Brad...threatened before he took his thick 9-inch cock and pressed it again the helpless girls defenseless pussy. “Gaammmpgrh…” River let out a low moan against her own will. Because of the aphrodisiac she was drugged with, just feeling the tip of Brad’s cock barely touch the lips of her wet pussy caused a powerful wave of pleasure to rip through River’s petite body.. It was typical of the ones from the New York area this year and it depressed him. Even Mrs. Claus's gingerbread cookies couldn't get a "Ho" out of him. Forget about the other two "Ho's." Dear Santa, Daddy was a fireman who died at the WTC. Mommy and me miss him so much. Can you bring him back? Thank you, Kisha BrownThere were letters from children from the Chesapeake Bay area asking Santa to protect their parents who were put in harm's way. In addition across the country, and around the world. I didn't want any of them to survive to talk about an angel, but it was hard to kill them outright. The scientist whose wallet I'd stolen had been a "Bad Man", but these guys were just computer nerds. But they were helping support a heinous operation and they'd seen me through the glare, so they had to go. For each of them - already lying unconscious on the floor - I quickly rotated his or her head until things broke. Proximity clearly showing me that it killed them.I pulled the computer. That being said, I did approach the Zansasi on my first trip, that being the reason for coming at all, and ask about directions to a place of my imagination. A favorite story of mine.They didn't reply then (which I'm told they never do), and I've never heard anything since either. I chalked the experience up to the adventure of talking to an actual alien, who may or may not have been listening, and considered the effort well worthwhile — even though it took me a day and a half for the line I.