"So? You can tell her all about me tomorrow," Jane giggled, but it made me nervous. "You can tell her how you thought about her while you fucked me." ...I ... Uh, could..." I laughed weakly, hoping she was joking. "I'd rather sort of let her get used to the idea that me and you are ... Friends though. First ... I mean, and then uh, later ... You know, sorta tell her about the, um, other stuff."Jane laughed, "You want to pretend like I'm not your girlfriend?" Um, yeah," I winced and braced. When she put it back down, her feet were more than shoulder-width apart and her butt was turned up expectantly.Ezra slid his fingers up between her legs and cupped her sex in his palm. Her mouth dropped open as his thumb stroked her butthole before sliding between her labia.He smiled as warm liquid quickly coated his hand. He knew she was ready. Further foreplay would be a waste of time.I heard his zipper come down. A second later he slid his cock up where his hand had been, letting her. 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. “I hope it’s mine!” the stud replies. “All I know is, he’s going to be so handsome! He has some really groovy genes!” the hippie replies happily... “Okay…ease up…slow down now…” J.J. grunts, looking up at Allison as she bounces herself up and down on his stiffened love pole. He can feel the pressure building in his balls and he needs the nerdy wife to back him away from the brink. “Oh, my god!” she gasps, throwing her head back as yet another orgasm surges through her body. “Are you cumming?”.