"Crap," muttered Santa under his breath.He spun around, planting a big smile on his lips and willing his eyes to sparkle."Ho! Ho! Ho!" he shouted in a...deep, loud voice. "Merry Christmas!"The twelve year-old's blue eyes grew big and round. Her mouth hung open."Wow!"She wore a standard flannel nightgown that reached down to her knees. It had the faded image of a once popular cartoon character on the front. He recalled bringing it last year. Somewhere in his pack, Santa had a replacement for. I watch as Wendy slowly fucked her with long hard strokes forcing Hellen’s body to shudder as she became more aroused with Wendy getting deeper and deeper into her enlarged slit. I moved over to Hellen’s face and kissed her, her eyes opened she give out a cheeky smile and licked her lips I could taste Wendy’s juices on her soft silky mouth knowing that both girls had been tonguing and making love for the last hour and we began to kiss slowly as the days of just fucking had now gone. Hellen,. It's a restaurant, with the bar upstairs. We call it the Jazz Club, although it's officially named after its location. It's in a wonderful old Antebellum house, with dark wood paneling, high ceilings and a rich, tasteful ambiance.I like it there because it's got a nice selection of single malt Scotch, and they allow cigar smoking in the bar. I don't actually like cigars--smoking them or being around the smoke--but I do like my pipe. The Jazz Club is one of the few places where I can be. After graduation I got work at one of the local mental Health agencies on a part-time basis akin to my new summer job at the same agency I had worked at for a few years until landing my dream job of a History Teacher that I currently held.A year of barely eating and living in a mouse infested townhouse in North Oshawa we saved up enough for a modest wedding the first weekend in June at an upscale resort on Rice Lake owned by Ginger’s uncle on her mother’s side. We only had to pay wholesale.
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