Charlie was a senior at Highpoint. He had his own car. He had invited Mary to go to the game with him. She was worried about Mom. Did I think she'd le...t Mary go out with him alone?I told her Mom had been pretty cool with me. I didn't tell her how early Mom said she started her sex life and what she'd talked about. I figured she'd tell Mary what she wanted Mary to know.That night I called Jill while they talked in Mary's room. I discovered two things, neither of which made me happy.At least for. Fly safe!’ ‘What? Didn’t catch that…’ ‘Drive safe, Kris. See you in ten.’ I hung up. My heart was thumping in my chest like twelve drummers drumming. He needed my help! Santa needed my help! PART 2 YES VIRGINIA, THERE IS A SANTA CLAUS All my adult life, people have been telling me that there is no Santa. But my parents have always said I just need to ignore the naysayers and hold onto my beliefs. ‘Santa is as real as you and I,’ my mother says whenever I start to lose faith. I live, eat and. We hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks, since scouts camp where he was my patrol leader. We did some small talk when he told me about his brother's porn stash that we should check out, and that his folks happened to be out for the day, as was his brother.We got to his place, sat at the table in the kitchen. He left and came back almost right away holding a briefcase: that was the stash! We started leafing through the mags; there were some body-builder magazines, but mostly they were. Her body bounced up and down and her fingers rubbed over her engorged and visible clit as she climbed higher and higher towards an inevitable climax. Her whole body seemed to shake and tremble and her open lips quivered as she came, crying out first Jeff’s name and then mine as she impaled herself time after time on the thick, white cock. Jeff's hands were on her breasts and plucked almost viciously at the tight buds of her nipples causing her body to shudder and the climax to wash over her in.