His hands wandered to my breast where he released them from the constraining white lace bra. “White symbolizes purity. Tell me Gabrielle, are you p...ure?” His calloused fingertips stroked the underside of my breast, found a taut nipple between them, and pulled, eliciting a startled gasp. His lips curved at the corners pulling them into that charm-your-panties-off smile which would have definitely charmed them off if I happened to be wearing any in the first place. I felt his soft lips against. You and Layla are just the newest k**s on his block. Your Goddess has been serving him for almost nine months now. It's obvious that she is just as addicted to him, as you are to her. Seeing that she deliriously enjoyed at least a dozen orgasms within the past hour, and even squirted twice; you can easily understand her addiction. Why she is so willing to share him with four other women, however; is not quite as clear to you yet. You wonder what other information your Goddess may not have told. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** I tasted absinthe on his lips. Faint, dreamlike, a lingering flavor to his kiss that made me wish for many more like it. Who was this man, or was this simply a dream? A ghost of too many sips and the lingering effects of far too many nights like this one. I looked into his eyes, those beautifully sexy eyes. I ran my hand along his side. He seemed real enough. Certainly his cock in me seemed and felt real enough. Was this all happening in my head or was I being fucked by. "Chris quit delivering toys a long time ago. When he did, the elves left and the reindeer moved on. It's just Santa and his little sluts up here now", she said with a giggle.Carol rolled her eyes and rinsed her face off, then turned toward the two girls. "Okay, I'm ready", she said and the three of them started walking back toward Chris' room. As she entered, Carol saw him standing by the bed. By now he was completely naked.She looked up and down his very muscular body and felt her pussy.