I was sitting alone as my dinner-time approached, when I saw Rachel, wearing a Santa hat and a short red silk dress with white fur trim, stop and talk... to the helpers. She had a little white bag. “I brought you a sandwich and a Coke,” she whispered. “Mind if I join you for dinner?” “Ho, ho, ho, little girl,” I bellowed as I reached for her arm. “What would you like for Christmas?” I pulled her onto my lap. Rachel giggled and climbed off. “You’d better eat while you can, Santa.” She hopped off my. So sadly I sat for half an hour outside my room.The door was slightly open and the voyeur devilish side in me got into action. She had boobs with a pink bra and matching panties. She was about to fall due to losing her balance and I spontaneously and opened and held her with my one hand. She was plain blank seeing me inside.Here the beauty was in my hand. Half naked, ready to be drilled, ready to be invaded -I decreased our distance and she just could hold anymore and closed her eyes. That was. He was still fucking her a couple of times a day. After two more weeks of not eating she was passed out most of the time. She was still warm so he kept fucking her every day but it wasn’t as much fun as it had been when she had first checked in as his guest. For four more weeks he continued to check on her daily but the frequency of fucking her changed to two or three times a week. After checking in as his guest and not eating for 10 weeks she died.He felt really bad and held a short burial. Looking down between us, your already erect nipples brushing against my chest, you run your hands up and down my waist. I shiver, and we smile. You pull my T shirt out of my Levi's and pull it over my head. Enjoying the feeling of our hands on our backs, we press close again, your breasts flattening against my chest. We kiss, not hesitating, our tongues greeting each other like two old friends. Your pelvis presses mine again, but with a difference... it encounters my stiffening cock. You.