He leaned forward very intentionally and found the stranger's slit. He licked it up and down once, twice, then on the third lick, he pushed just the t...p of his tongue inside the other man’s cock head. It felt so wicked. So very sexual. If he was honest with himself, it felt kind of gay. But it’s not gay, he told himself, not if your wife makes you do it. He was doing it all for her. He gripped that cock with both hands, holding it still so he could fuck the man’s slit with his tongue. In and. He had already begun to suspect that Santa had a very close relationship to his Uncle Frank. He knew that the Ninja Turtles in his favorite movie weren’t real. He had seen the footage of the guy getting the suit put on. Still, he had a vivid imagination and the bounds between the real and the not-quite-as-real were still at a six year old’s level. In his mind the hole could lead to many interesting and possibly magical places. There could be a dinosaur skeleton down there somewhere, a dinosaur. There was no doubt of that. Gently, I massaged her pussy while kissing her breasts, then began kissing my way down her slim, toned belly. When I reached the waistband of her panties, I pulled my hand out. With Allison’s eager cooperation, I removed the little garment. She lay back on the bed again and parted her thighs. Her moist pink opening awaited me below chestnut brown hair. I lay down between Allison’s legs with my face at her crotch. Slowly, I ran my tongue up and down the slit of her. Stan being so large, totally so, and me so little I cannot even wrap my legs around him, although I do my arms, hanging on for dear life, for fear my giant might slip from my grasp. Then in a surprise move he rolls us over, so I’m on top, our bodies pressed against the others. I continue the same teasing, slow, torturously tormenting movement of him deep inside me. Simply moving back and forth, kind of sliding on our perspiration, he stops me, and asks, “Do you believe there is any possible.