She was not even entirely sure that they were human, although, after Beowulf had made his visits, these did not seem nearly as bad as she might have o...ce found them. She had attempted to run, but they caught her and thrust her up quickly, jabbering excitedly to each other. Despite her fear, she did not miss the sight of their gleaming gold jewelry. She was then put in the hold of the ship, and waited there, sailing endlessly. She was given food occasionally, a strange juicy kernel, and untied. I can’t resist.As I approach her from behind my hands fall to her hips, feeling her womanly curves. As I press my body into hers, trapping her against the counter, my right hand moves to her shoulder and brushes the hair away from her neck.”What are you doing? I’m trying to make dinner.”“Shhh, don’t talk,” I whisper.I press my face into her neck, just below her ear, and breathe in her heavenly scent. It fills my nostrils and makes my heart beat even faster. My hands go to her waist, then slowly. He pulled a mallet and a hammer going to the fireplace. He lifted it up and rammed the railroad spike into the brick with the steel mallet."Please Santa... Stop." she pleaded,"Naughty children don't get presents. Only the rod." he said as smaller creature slid down the chimney arriving trough the blue flame. She started to stand as the three foot creatures sprinted at her. Small uniforms colored red and laced green. Pointed slippers with bells on them. Eyes black as night, just as pale and. She was still uncovered with her moderately long hair spilling down her breasts. Her ass behind was tingling and hankering after cum. Brandons cum that is. She thought him up clutching his penis and spewing semen liberally over her bums. Wouldnt that be really sweet? Wouldnt it? As her hands begun to stroke into her vagina, Brandon veered sharply just in time to catch her masturbating in silence. He couldnt stand it whenever he saw her like this. Masturbating? No, no! This was a shocking crime.