She put a lovely one-piece swimsuit on, then a jumpsuit on over it. I wore my trunks, with a tank top and jeans.I placed some towels, spare clothes, a...d other things into a bag, then threw them into the trunk of my bike. Nan looked a bit nervous, and admitted that she had never ridden on a motorcycle before. So I spent a little time explaining how to ride as a passenger, then placed her helmet on and showed her how to fasten it.We drove around the neighborhood a while, to get her used to making. Before she knew it, a year had passed and it was the anniversary of that fateful night. She headed to his graveside, ready to say a final goodbye to a chapter of her life she never hoped to revisit. She pulled up the cemetery’s drive and parked a little off the road, trying to make room in case another car happened by. She didn’t think it would happen though. The snow was inches deep and no one would be by to plow the drive until tomorrow at the earliest. Although more snow might actually. Stepping under the spray with Paula I kissed her and started to soap her carefully all over as she did likewise with me. I loved the way her nipples sprang to life at the softest touch and the soft gasps she gave when I rubbed my soap covered palms over them. She also took delight in getting my cock all nice, soapy and more importantly stiff as I ran the soap over her shaven pussy. Sensitive as Paula was to her pussy being caressed it did not take long for an orgasm to overtake her. I had to. But then again he was not a man. Santa established himself eons ago on some supernatural plane and possessed complex moods, beliefs and patterns. He materialized on this earthly plane on mere whim and his own will and belief. Self-desire and conviction made him do as he wished. Circumstances shaped his results. Toys for children. Fun and lust. For himself and for others too.Others imposed their will too on him but that is another tale. Santa preferred to enjoy what he had without useless.