I'm not real in the way you think." Bullsh ... I mean ... Nonsense, Santa." Nancy blushed at her near indiscretion but went on, " I see you ... I feel...you. And ... uhh hmm," Nancy paused puzzled and her nose wrinkled. " And I can smell you too, Santa. " Nancy was feeling rather awkward now because Santa didn't smell of pipe tobacco or Christmas cookie crumbs; he had a kind of musky, bleach like odour to him."Yes, little girl, I am real to you! But no one else can see or hear me and time itself. The waiter had just brought our ‘margaritas’. After finishing our drinks we head back into the dance floor. The pulsing beat of the drums and the fast-paced music seem to fill the whole club with a kind of raw animal energy. As we dance, I can feel your body heat up, sweating as you move without inhibition. Suddenly the fast dance music ends and the band plays a slow, romantic ballad. We embrace and slowly rock to the beat. You are glowing, your heart beating fast. I enjoy your touch, your. Eventually Sally rolled off the bag and into the brush laying on the ground that circled the cleared out campsite; ignoring the brush she curled up into a ball and laid her head on her crossed arms. Phillip quickly spread out the sleeping bag and tentatively asked Sally if she wanted to lay on it. Without waking up Sally he rolled her onto the sleeping bag. Wanting to do the gentlemanly thing, Phillip pushed her closer to the edge of the sleeping bag closest to the fire; then he laid himself. I didn’t look at her immediately, but when I did was I surprised. She was wearing a black teddy, with stockings, high heels, and looked sexy, powerful, and in control. Somehow I new she was now into it.She walked up to me, and pressed my face into her pussy. I could smell her heavenly scent and feel the warmth. She pushed me onto my back, and unsnapped the teddy and sat that sweet pussy on my face. The only thing she said the entire time was EAT! I expertly brought her off with my tongue and.