He didn’t look exactly as I’d pictured him. For one thing, he was taller than I expected. About a foot taller than me, which would make him almost...six feet. And he wasn’t as fat as he usually looked on Christmas card illustrations. Artistic license I guess… or maybe he’d been working out. And he wasn’t an old man, which was surprising. If not for the snowy white hair and beard, he’d have passed for thirty-five, tops. But it was him. I knew it. I felt it in my heart and in my head. Call it. Suddenly she was writhing and contorting on me, her hands busy under her skirt. "Aiutami!" she ordered.I helped. Her sexy yellow panties slipped down and off one leg and hung off one bent knee. Bianca was almost manic, reaching down to grab my erection, shuffling up my lap, lifting her skirt and pressing the tip of my crown through her cleft, her labia moist and slippery. I felt them parting sensually against me. With a groan, she found the spot and settled, her pussy pressing down on my rigid. The girls had locked it up in the bathroom. I thought about it for a bit and decided I needed a shower, so I could clean up there. I got my soap and shampoo and headed for the water hose. I turned it on and turned the hose towards me. It was so cold that I was instantly covered in goose bumps and my teeth started chattering, but I needed to get clean. I washed myself really good, including my pussy and my filthy ass with soap and rinsed off in the cold water. I ran inside, shaking my arms and. It was still dark, but her mother was moving around. She had a hazy thought that she had awakened a few minutes ago, but wasn't sure it had happened. Her mother seemed agitated. It reminded her of the dog she'd spun the tale of lice about to the soldier. There really had been a stray dog, but it had been back home. She'd known her father wouldn't let her keep it, so she'd made a bed for it behind the shed, where no one would see the old box with a tattered blanket in it. She'd sat there,.