On this day I was so in need to just dress up and play around with my hidden stash of toys and magazines not planning on what ended up taking place. I... was my day off and after having great sex with my wife before she left for work I could not wait to be alone for a few hours of dress up and role play. In just minutes after she drove off to work I was in the shower to freshen up and was soon in the garage with my boxes of clothes and toys dressing up. I wanted to get dressed up in some lingerie. " Why do you suppose that is?" Chris found himself asking, his mind lulled by her voice. He found himself staring at her now as she continued watching the passing crowd outside."They've stopped believing. They don't believe in the magic anymore. And because of that he has disappeared." Santa Claus?" You don't believe? What am I saying? Of course you don't. Adults have long since stopped believing."A memory of a time surprisingly not long ago in his thirty-year past crept up on him. "Actually I. She realized what he must have been thinking. Here she was; she'd just given her husband the King a hand job almost in public, and when asked what she thought about his future tan, 'well... she'd just been aroused by her husband, nothing to feel guilty about, ' she thought.Never the less, Genevieve said quickly, "Charles please don't tease me. I'm going to rest for a little while. Will you tell the King to come up and wake me before the midnight festivities? I think I've had a little too much. "What?" Blake asked, confused."Do you want me to show you how it feels? You know..." Chet winked."No I do NOT want you to show me how it feels! For crying out loud, Chet! I'm still Blake and I don't want you or any guy, for that matter, showing me anything! How would you like it if I showed you how it feels to get kicked in the balls!" Blake was appalled at Chet's suggestion."Hey, calm down. It was just an offer...scientific research only. You don't have to get nasty about it."Blake went.