As I got older, all my friends stopped believing in Santa, but not me. I kept my belief secret from my friends. They would just tease me and spoil my ...faith.When I was eleven, I went through puberty. My mother sat me down and spelled out the “Facts of Life”. I learned how babies were made. The only man I wanted to be my mate was Santa.While other girls were dating boys, I kept to myself, making toys. I would fantasize about the big man taking my virginity under the small Christmas tree my father. I used my hand to rub her clit with my cock and she didn't stir but it looked like more juice oozed from her pussy. Unable to resist I lowered my cock to her labia and gently pushed. I entered her easily and just stopped with my cock buried deep in her pussy, it seemed so surreal, I was excited and terrified at the same time but there was no turning back. I started to move in and out very slowly as I didn't want to make a lot of noise. I think on my 4th or 5th stroke in and out I started. And that pole throbbing and pulsating, was pumping hot cream into her rectum. She exploded. ‘Lanaaaaaaaaa!!!! Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhdddddd!!!! Lanaaaaaaaaa!!!!’ Bobby groaned. His fingers dug into Lana’s ass as, his cock spouting wildly, he lunged against her. ‘B…B…Bobbeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yessssssssssss!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yessssssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!’ Lana groaned. Her impassioned cries echoed in the shower and she clawed at the wall,. "Jean nodded. "I'm not entirely surprised with your father's record." That's it. To start with I've never really forgiven him for divorcing my mother. I loved her and still do. She was my bedrock because she was always there and yet, for some reason, he got custody. I don't know why." Why did he divorce her?" Adultery." True?" I don't know. Possibly. She didn't contest it and she was alone a lot." Did she move in with a man?" No. She went back to her mother. She didn't marry again until five or.