Santa was not passive. He bounced his legs lifting Liz up then letting her slam back down on his tool. Their movement was a sexual dance Liz pushed o...ut her chest pushing her pussy down on the cock under her.Mike was becoming a more willing participant as well. The large elf behind him was a human machine. His hips moved in short hard thrusts that ended against his prostate. The cocks in his fists were hard as granite as he pumped each of them. The elf in his mouth had lost his load when. There were tears running downher face.I didn’t speak but simply reached out and grabbed thebra between the cups, pulled it from her body, andthrew it on the floor with her sweater. Her tits weresmall. She probably wore a b-cup, but I liked themsmall anyway. She crossed herself with her hands tryingto cover her nudity. “Put your hands at your sides,” Itold her. There was a male voice from the other room. “OH GOD.”it screamed. “That’s so GOOD.” A. I had bought a couple of bottles of wine for the hotel room and went back to my car and started off for the hotel.I was a mere fifteen minutes on the road and made a turn onto the country road that led to where I was heading when I spotted the couple that had caught my attention by the loch, it was them and they turned as I approached and stuck out a thumb for a lift.I stopped and they asked me if I was going to the hostel, which was at the back of the hotel I was going to and I said I was and. When she returned to her vantage point, she could see that he had his hand down inside his boxers and she could definitely see it moving under the tight fitting, thin material. As if with a will of their own, her legs parted and she slid her hand up under her skirt and shuddered when the tips of her fingers brushed the already damp crotch of her panties. For about five minutes she sat there watching Mike’s hand moving inside his boxers while her own hand stroked over her lace covered pussy lips.