They completed their handshake and made arrangements to meet for lunch the next day. —————————————————————�...�————– LATE IN 1997 Sophia smiled at me in a way that halted my storytelling. ‘You know, I wouldn’t have believed this story, I mean, believed how they knew so quickly that they would end up in bed together, before we met.’ Sophia was recollecting our first meeting on the ‘California Zephyr’ and that was a good comparison. ‘Yes, in one of my research projects I did a number of interviews. Pitiful sounds from her nose and stuffed mouth did not penetrate the great laughter from Santa Claus. With a hilarious whoop of primal exuberance, Santa finished her off jamming all of his tool to the balls inside her warm insides.Huffing and puffing he withdrew his still tumescent prick. He lit his queer looped pipe and puffed white smoke contentedly in an overstuffed armchair while observing his pretty Xmas gift to himself. Her white and pink ass gently swayed and humped as she nervously. The next day was a hectic one of work (dog walking, not PetHub) and school. As before, she was quite distracted thinking of her upcoming date with Brent. She learned nothing that day. She told herself that she was going to have to get back on track with her studies if she wanted to graduate on time.At least her distractions didn’t affect her clients. She stayed focused enough with them to manage not losing anyone that day.That evening, Emma found herself both nervous and excited. She’d already. Reading that I started to “stir” again. I thought, what the hell, and turned on my iPhone and started looking at some pics I had collected of “Friends” over the years. When I did that I noticed that she was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together, making herself Feel Good.I reached over and rubbed her thigh, this made her move a bit, but she relaxed and kept up her motion. When the Stew came by, she surprised me when she asked her for a blanket saying she had a chill.She spread the blanket.