Pero el día siguiente estaba hay tocando el timbre de mi apartamento.Llevaba puesto un short gris muy corto y sexual,y un descote vinotinto. Hola aqu... estoy .Yo no lo podía creer .se sorprendió de mi gran colección de manga,comic, videojuegos, póster decía a gritos estos ESTO ES INCREÍBLE WUAOOO que locura, tu colección .Yo no podía dejar de mirar su rico culo como se movía de un lado a otro mientra ella se acercaba a tocar mis figuras, le llamo la atención el protector de Frente de el manga. Any similarities to any person living, dead, undead, fictional, et. al is purely coincidental. This is the 2nd part of my first story. Critiques are welcome. 5 more days til Christmas. But until then, I still need to work, to carry on as I usually do, maybe have some fun in the interim. It was a long day at work and longer playing Santa. Sure you get some good feelings, but man, keeping yourself in check can be a strain. Sometimes you just need relief.As I begin my drive home, I slowly pass by. I was much happier with my chicken.Or I would have been, except that we discovered something about seating arrangements that I hadn't really thought of before. See, Gary's a leftie and I'm right-handed. And I was sitting to Gary's left, which meant our elbows were battling for space. The first few times our elbows bumped, I apologized, and tried to move over a bit, only I was right at the edge of the seat already. But then Gary started to, like, try to knock my elbow without making it look too. George and Georgina were there of course. Georges mother was there and Georgina brought her father. Georges mother and Georginas father spent most of the time together, I am sure they were fucking as they disappeared for most of the night to her house next door. Georges mother had a figure that would not look out of place in a fashion magazine and Georginas father similarly had a body to die for, his large cock was prominent in his skimpy trunks. I am not surprised Georges mother took to him.