I withdraw my hand, and you watch as I stand before you and begin to undress. My shirt quickly comes off and you watch hungrily as I remove my belt. Y...ou cannot tear your eyes away as I unzip and remove my jeans, allowing you to see me, already swollen to a size where my underwear can no longer contain me. You reach for me as I remove the last of my coverings, and as always you are surprised when your fingers fail to meet around the shaft, you look into my eyes as you begin to stroke slowly up. “You have to agree to babysit while I get myself some more food.”“Babysit? Like I can do that in this condition. I can’t even find my own food,” she said with her head tilted to the side.I told her I would explain once we got her over to a table with her dinner. With my help she ended up with a big salad and some chocolate milk to go with her burger and fries. I found a round table, helped her get seated and used her hand to map out where I had put her food. She started eating her fries and. I just thought that he was like a lot of people and just wanted to move back to their old stomping grounds. I loved him so I agreed to the move. He went to his class reunion about sixteen months ago. Did your ex wife go to it and if she did, did you go also? I had a family engagement at the time. It was my mom's birthday so I went there instead. He told me the old class reunions are usually boring anyway." Come to think of it, my wife did have a class reunion. I had an out of town business trip. "Bastard!" she spat, playfully. "My turn!" Sue cried. "Oooh, Santa's stiff again," she added, as her lovely nude bottom, a little less fleshy than Debbie's, came into contact with my newly erect cock. "So what do you want for Christmas?" I asked her. "I want Santa to come and live with me," she whispered in my ear. "I think that can be arranged," I replied. "But," I whispered, "you'll have to help Santa to get his Christmas wish." "What's that Santa?" she asked. "Santa wants you to help hold.