Well, come on, I’m eighteen. I should be allowed these few fantasies. ~ ‘Come on!’ He leads me down the path. ‘Where are we going?’ I can’... help but giggle. ‘Hurry, we don’t have a lot of time.’ He says, ‘And I want to show you something!’ The bell, again. It calls me from my fantasy, and back to my very boring reality. ~ ‘Come on!’ He waves, ‘It’s lunch.’ I walk ahead of him and catch up with Terri. ‘Have you met the new kid yet? I heard he was like, super good looking. And really smart too.. Or maybe he'd just given up; he had seemed awfully depressed at their last meeting. Almost suicidal.The woman knocked on the door and shouted out."Hey Chepe!!! That parole lady is here! You wanna talk to her?"There was some high pitched giggling, followed by a hushing sound and some muffled speech. At last the door opened and two women wearing less than her guide stepped out. They glanced shyly at Pamela, trying to suppress giggles, then went off down the hallway. The woman in red joined them,. I placed my right hand on his stomach and started to explore every nook and cranny of his upper body. My left hand was busy massaging his muscular thighs. I massaged from the knees all the way up to his hips, making sure never to touch his cock. He was the boss but I could certainly tease him and make him wait for his cock to be expertly sucked.As I continued to work his upper and lower body, I started to think about having his cock in my mouth. I drooled at the thought of it so made sure that. At that point, he didn’t care and was ready for his load up his tight, virgin man cunt.They were both exhausted and collapsed in Santa’s bed. Kyle said, “If I knew Santa Claus was such a dirty old man, I would’ve been much naughtier.” Santa who even still had his beard on, said, “You haven’t even seen how dirty I can get,” and proceeded to get Kyle up on all fours while he rimmed his own cum out of Kyle’s ass.They fell asleep in each other’s arms, Santa finally slipping out of his outfit.