His lips caressing me, his hands groping at my breasts, pulling on my nipples, rubbing his beautiful cock up and down my soaking crotch, penetrating m...e like only he could, I bet. My eyes closed and my breath quickened. My fingers dipped in and out of my pussy, going back and forth from that motion to my swelling clit, rubbing it hard. I gasped and moaned as my climax hit me, the thoughts of him and what I wanted swelling. I was so glad to be going home soon… I drove home with my Dad a couple. Like earlier I again went up to see her, this time I saw a smile on her face but she was hiding her expressions and avoiding the face contact which made me puzzle, that she really smiled or it was just my imagination. A few days later I saw her husband was going out with a big suitcase, later on, that same day I came to know that her husband is going out of station for a week. It was Sunday and George’s parents went to church so I went to his house.We (me and George) were knowingly talked loud. 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. “Whew! That was close!” The “threat” behind us, we focused our attention again on each other. I pulled off her shirt and bra, and undid her shorts, sliding them and her panties off. It didn’t take me long to shed my clothing and join her, and soon we were going at it as only newlyweds can. She was a beauty! We were both in our mid 40’s but she looked more like a gal in her 30’s. She was slender and so curvy; I think she was one of God’s best efforts! In the moonlight she was a total work of.