I pushed my hand up between her legs and started stroking her pussy, looking for her clit. As I rubbed her clit, she stiffed and gasped cumming very ...quickly. I pulled my hand back and licked my fingers, tasting her essence. I stepped back and looked at her, laying forward on the washer with her shorts down around her knees, white baggy type socks, and her t-shirt pushed up to her shoulders, wishing I could take a picture and frame it on the wall. Pure eroticism. "Get dressed girl if you. We had to haul packages to the car and go back to seriously shop for the ladies and family.“Do I get to help Santa tonight?” she asked.“I’m still trying to figure out what I’m going to do with all this stuff until then,” I laughed. “I kind of overdid it.”“We started something last year. We need to leave something for everyone at the foot of the bed. What are we going to do?”“You know, Bree, I love the way you make my problem ours. Now do you have any suggested solutions?” My cell phone. I jumped, sat right up and opened my eyes. Imagine my delight when I see my handsome Pacific Islander. He had not left but apparently had watched the whole thing and apparently had been only a few feet away.He pulled me up and as he did he pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then he stepped back and got out of his trackies, and his dick sprang to life. I felt over dressed so I shucked my pants. The breeze coming from the ocean felt good over my naked body. I was feasting my eyes on my Pacific. Itold her how I couldn’t get into costume alone and howthis lady helped me. “Hi June, I’m glad you came to his rescue. Are youready James the children are waiting? You see how thepresents are coded by age and sex. Now don’t screw thisup, I am depending on you.”I went out with my Ho, Ho, Hos, and my big sack of toyswondering if I could pull it off, I had never been aSanta before. I looked up, and saw all those screamingkids running at me and knew it was too late now.