Moaning and saying yummy Santa, as she came up for a kiss. Kimberly and I kissed so passionately. I pulled her close, my cock still hard, I told her, ...sit on Santa's lap and tell me what you want for Christmas. We only have a few minutes, so I pulled her to me, maneuvering her where I wanted her. Kimberly sat down slowly as my cock pushed past her wet pussy lips. She gasped as she took me deep. Her pussy was so tight, just incredibly tight. She was so wet though, I was well lubed up immediately,. I open my legs and raise my skirt up my thighs to a point where anyone looking might be lucky and catch a glimpse of my wet pussy.I can see that hubby approves from a bulge straining against thin lightweight summer trousers.The thought of what we will do later makes me feel sensationalAs I glance around, I notice another guy good looking mature on his own at a table perfectly positioned to watch my exhibitionThis excites me even more and I feel it rushing through my bodyI choose not to make. Her name was Abby, tall, skinny, flat chested, grayish blonde hair, and nice smile with warm brown eyes. I would guess her to be in her late fifties. She was very well educated and I could tell she was very wealthy. She asked me to sit with her and keep her company. After we got in the air I made both of us some drinks and we started talking. We hit it off almost immediately, we were laughing and having a great time. Our conversation started pretty tame but got pretty raunchy the more we. Still, the State Department—or at least the upper levels of it, which existed solely to communicate, and insure US interests, with both allied and hostile nations—couldn’t even be bothered to learn the language.“And this,” Ellis said, “is Colonel Vasili. He has been assigned to assist us in locating the missing girls.”Taylor reached across and shook hands with the colonel. He couldn’t help but notice neither the colonel nor Ellis acknowledge Andre’s presence.“If you will excuse us for one.