I don’t mean on the phone. Santa baby and hurry down the chimney tonight.’ her voice rings as her hands move from her hair to her hips, then up be...ind her, to the clasp of the top. She undoes it and holds it to her with one arm while the other slides the straps off. She keeps her arm in place so the top doesn’t fall as she keeps swaying. ‘Hurry down the chimney tonight.’ she whispers as her free hand pulls the top of the out and down just enough to see the little patch of hair above her vagina.. I had almost a full squad with him but they were all innocuous looking fellows with an air of obedience to the rule of a far distance King. The British soldiers manning the crossroads checkpoints were not interested in any of them and had eyes only for the female pedestrians that passed their way. It seemed likely that most of the females would be tempted to entertain the prospect of a standing hump with a uniformed soldier as both exciting and dangerous even in the shadows of a public. I applied greater and greater pressure. As I did, I asked Steve if he loved me. He said yes. I asked him how much. He told me that he loved me more than I could understand. I asked him who was in charge. He said I was in charge. I then asked him who controlled his cock and he said me. I finished by asking him if he loved me being in charge. Steve responded that he wanted me to control his cock forever.Just as he said that, I started to press on his prostate rapidly and with much force. Steve. It's too warm and sticky to be all clingy, though, so the hug is brief. "Do you want to talk about it?" Mom asks as she lets me in. The shock of AC makes me shiver, though the house is only slightly cooler. I leave my shoes at the door and set the basket nearby. "I think I want a shower first," I say with a smile, and reach down and pull my dress over my head, folding it over one arm, and fluff my hair with my free hand. "The big one open?" "Sure," Mom says. "I can take another. We can talk in.