Once more he broke the kiss, but this time he giggled as he held me in his hand.“Mmm, that tells me you know what you’re doing.”Truth is I had n...o idea what I was doing or why, but right then I didn’t care. I was so turned on I didn’t want to think about anything; my body was telling me what to do, and I was along for the ride. His lips found mine again, and I closed my eyes and lost myself in the desire I was feeling. I dragged him into the lounge and we tumbled onto the sofa, Sam falling on. She clearly had had some experience and a good teacher because she immediately took the remaining of her clothes off, put her hand behind her and spread her ass checks and opened her mouth wide. I slowly and deliberately inspected her holes, stretching, fingering, taking great pain to degrade my slut while doing so. I pulled, squeezed and twisted her young nipples showing no mercy, the pain reflected on her face actually made my cock harder yet. I pulled out my phone and took a couple of. " Oh don't be such a shy boy, I think I am OK with seeing you in yourunderwear aren't I?" his mom asked."Mom, it's embarrassing! You're my mom and I'm a boy... you're a girl...get it?" No I don't get it sweety. I think that since you are wearing dressesand skirts that I could provide valuable pointers. I think you could useyour mother's help. So if you want me to leave I will, but like I saidI've seen it all before dear." Ok, this is all kind of new to me I guess. Just promise you won't laughat. Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas presents to You!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch introductionSweet Santa was called.