... ANAL!!!” he yelled, ramming his cock, hard and fast, right up her tight, puckering, little ass, causing the panties to fly off her beautiful fac....“Oh, yes, Santa!” cried Jilnar, who probably loved anal a lot more than any good little girl should, “Fuck my ass!”“OHHHHHHH!!!!” screamed Santa maniacally, “You bad, bad little girl! You bad, bad little.... SLUT!!” “Oh, yes, Santa!” she screamed, “Make me a good little slut, Santa! Please make me a good little slut!”Santa was pounding her. Besides, it looks like his alibi for Saturday is going to check out." So, what's he got that interests us?" Well, he's got a story, Sam. Think you ought to hear it, first-hand. He agreed to come in. Can you see him?" Yeah, I can see him. Until that sketch artist is on the scene, your follow-ups are the best we've got to work with. Bring him by as soon as he arrives."Burliss Randolph was a wizened, bright-eyed little man who affected a tall black top hat as part of his chimney sweeper persona.. ‘You look perfect! My perfect little American girl,’ Francois cooed. Amy choked back a laugh. ‘She doesn’t really want to go out tonight. She didn’t try hard enough. I should have told her to give her more incentive.’ ‘Tell me what? Guys?’ I spoke up. ‘There aren’t any pubs in this area, where are we going?’ They ignored me, and as we rounded a corner I could see something going on further up the block. I couldn’t read the shop sign because I’m nearsighted, and don’t often wear my glasses when. They had laid him out on the travois that they had fastened to his horse. His companion with the wounded shoulder was riding his own horse and leading the other horse. I was happy because both men would be in excruciating pain by that evening. I idly wondered if either man would ever make it back to their village.Oh, well, I could not dwell on the fate of these two men. I still had 16 more Apaches to take care of. Yes, it looked like they had lost me. I could see a lot of stirred up sand where.