She made me take my shoes off and follow her upstairs, and as I walked below her I could see straight up her skirt at her tiny little ass cheeks. She... asked me to take off my clothes, so I did, but was slightly confused when she said 'everything' after looking over and seeing that I still had my boxers on. I'm a little embarrassed about the size of my penis, but obliged anyway and took them off. I laid down on the massage table and she began to cover my body with hot oil and massage me front. She heard grunting around the corner.There she found a monster, a horrendous caricature of a woman with no eyes or nose ... just a huge slavering mouth, drooling as it slammed its naked backside against the wall again and again. “Uh ... uh ... uh...” it grunted, over and over.Heather screamed and ran out of the shop. Other gas lamps were lit along the street now, and it was very dark. She ran toward the foot bridge ... maybe her parents had gone back to the car?The bridge was gone, and the. Phir agli raat maine plan banaya ki aj uske bade boobs dekhunga.M aj phir upar wale room m jakar so gaya or wo thodi der baad wo bhi apni dabai kar so gayi phir raat ko thodi der baad m utha or dhere se uski rajai m jakr so gayi.Phir thodi der baad usne angadai li or mere jang k upar upaso r apni goori jang rarkh kar so gayi m bhi is mooke ka fayda uthate hue usse se chipkar so gaya or thodi der baad dhere se apna ek uski gori gand par rayakh kar phirne laga or jab dekha ki ussue pata bhi nhi. Kind of like air going out of a balloon. Where’d it all go? And then it was 365 shopping days until next Christmas. Sure, there was a lot of commercialism, but the whole thing was fun. I don’t doubt for a moment that I might’ve conflated a bunch of actual memories of Christmases past with wishes for what Christmases should have been and created a history that never was, but still. Everybody had a good time with it and eggnog and the Christmas spirit and NOBODY got pissed off if you wished them.