The floor was quite wet and the window was open, making the room cold. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was covered in mud and was still free...zing cold. I desperately needed to have a shower to clean the mud off and get clean. Carrying my bundle, I went back into the main central room. The large windows here afforded me a good view of the field. The hockey practice was still in full flight. There was a noise from the door from the west changing room, in some kind of panic at being. Sheeats another piece of fruit and giggles as the juice drips down her face.Jakes wipes her face with a napkin. Emily takes a bite of her sandwichand drinks a sip of her milk. While Emily eats her lunch, I watch asJake takes the princess dress and quickly goes into the bathroom. Whenhe comes out a moment later, his long hair is loose and he has removedhis shirt to put the dress on. As expected he still has his pants onunderneath and hasn't stuffed the chest area or put on any makeup."Well,. Smoke was coming out of the chimney, and Charlotte could see a lighted Christmas tree through a front porch and a picture window. A Mrs. Claus look-alike by the name of Mrs. Maston greeted them at the door. Her elflike husband hovered behind her, moving chairs to try to make room in a small parlor that didn’t have any more room. The decorated Christmas tree appeared to have soaked all of the room up. ‘Welcome,’ Mrs. Maston clucked pleasantly as she pulled the half-frozen travelers into her warm. He gently pulled her left out, moving it inch by inch until her crotch was completely open to him. His tongue slid along her slit, wetting it, easing the path. He pushed down with more pressure, his tongue moving easily in the narrow wet cleft.His fingers searched gently at the top of her pussy, locating the clitoris. His tongue moved against it, rubbing slowly. His body shivered with lust, tasting her sweetness.He heard her groan, low in her throat, her breathing disrupted. He stopped, his.