The children of Bare Back Bell, like their compatriots across the city, were excitedly preparing for Christmas pageants, presents and visits with love... ones. The school's biggest concern among the younger kids: would Santa show up sky-clad?The parents had a similar concern. Who would they get to play Santa this year? And how would they disguise Santa?Old Mr. William Beardsley was an inspired choice to play Santa. A naturist of many years' standing, he was also known for being a tad corpulent,. They had been properly outfitted at least, gone were their casual clothes and lab coats, replaced with blue UNN jumpsuits and unflattering boots that could withstand the mud. Only Dubois had refused the attire, sporting his own hunting outfit that made him look like an off-brand Indiana Jones.They passed under the shadow of the forest canopy, shafts of green light piercing the leaves to give the terrain a spotty, patchwork feel. The going was harder here, the skeletal roots that held the trees. "Yes, please. I'll go change," I answered in a slightly hesitant tone. I could not wait to see him in workout gear or for him to see me in mine. As I stood he grabbed my arm and swung me in to his body, I was alarmed and let out a little girl yelp. He held me close and tight in his arms. I was still in shock as he lifted me up off my feet, sliding me along his body, only my toes were touching the ground. The pressure of his hold on me and the lifting raised my skirt to just under my ass. She spread her legs and I pried open her pussy with two fingers of one hand while she guided my penis into her tight vagina. She screamed in pain and for a pause when I drove my cock deeper into her pussy but the sweetness of fucking urged me into pumping deeper and deeper into her virgin, tight cunt and she cooperated by bumping her cunt in unison with my push-and-pull motions. She chattered silently, her lips trembled and she breathed slowly and silently while she trembled at every thrust.