She really wasn't the type who would ever kneel to anyone, but he wasn't just anyone. He was Santa.So she moved down to her knees in front of him. The... cement felt cold and damp. As she did she could feel the dig of little pebbles into her skin.Her long fingernails moved to stroke him through his soft velvet trousers. She traced around the outline of his bulge. His cock felt so big, so hard. She wanted it in every hole, filling her and flooding her with hot Christmas cum.Slowly she unzipped his. She said she was ready to be taken by me if I had shown any interest. I was dumbstruck and felt like a fool to miss out on such a hot girl. But you know I was naive and had no such experience to understand hints.She added that she can still think about it if I decide to break the engagement. This set the ball rolling for me. This time I knew what she was offering. So I said, “I can think about it but I don’t want to play blind. You have talked so much about to skills in making out. So I will. And it seemed to have a slight wave and be fuller and alighter shade of blond than I remembered it had been before I startedgetting a buzz cut several years ago.?Huh? Oh yeah," I said, ?that?s the style now," unconsciously reaching upwith my hand to brush some of the strands of my hair out of my face andflipping them up behind my ear. Later, in my room, I looked at my hairmore closely and thought, ?Man, that is so way better looking than thatbuzz cut.? But I wondered why I had never realized. Every woman, regardless of age or appearance, had an asset between her legs that could serve to protect her or be roughly taken by others. She believed that a smart woman would allow it to protect her by learning to use it to her advantage in every situation.Helga had spoken of different kinds of sexual congress. There was the congress of love. It was passionate and filled with positive caring emotion. It was the type of sexual congress that was given willingly to lovers.There was the congress.