He groaned and, giving up the struggle, moved his own bare feet to her sex. Now it was Kate’s turn to whimper, as he ran his toe along the crease of...her vulva, down underneath to her sensitive anus. She wriggled and her tits wobbled invitingly before Sven’s eyes. Kate ran her hands along Sven’s thigh and he gasped as she reached his trapped erection. She moved forward and kissed the tip of his penis through the cloth, and Sven felt his heartbeat in his ears as he sang to himself with the. Every year, the “SSSS” was looking for new people to be “Santa” and help out. If you did well, you were invited to do it again next year.“SSSS?” I asked? “Super Secret Santa Society,” was the answer. They supplied the suit and all the stuff. I just had to show up and follow the instructions. “Sure, why not? Sounds like fun!” When I got home to tell my wife about it, she promptly got some red fabric from her hoard, and made herself a cute little “Mrs. Claus” outfit on her sewing machine. No. She could feel her thighs getting slick with sweat and girl cum. Her cheeks burned and her breathing became labored. Her vision tunneled to focus on her friend’s risqué actions. Her legs trembled and she whimpered quietly.At last Elsie reached the rack with the shirt-dresses on it. Making sure to position herself behind the rack from the cashier’s perspective, she browsed through and found the size that Brie needed and then began to venture back. She spotted Brie watching her from the doorway.. "Go ahead and try them on." Her soft voice surprised me. Mother had entered the room behind me.I turned around, ready to bolt through the door, but her quiet composure reassured me. She was wearing three towels. I was wearing my jockey shorts."Uh, I guess I don't really feel like it." I fumbled once again."Okay, that's fine." She nodded plainly. "Now scram. Mommy has to dress."Exactly one week later, I asked her again."Mom, can I wear your clothes?"Mother looked surprised for the very first.