Never mind, Sam could always help her as he helped her in so many other ways. Lynn and Sam were on the face of it a 'golden couple' attractive and app...arently made for each other, but Sara had begun to suspect that all was not quite as it should be.Sara, on the other hand, had a certain 'girl next door' quality which no amount of gym sessions, hairdresser visits, clothes or make up could completely eliminate. Always in the top three students at school, she too was quite tall, and knew her fairly. " Seven it is. Have fun at your party, Santa."I'm an unlikely Santa Claus. I'm only twenty-eight, which is far from the right age of three hundred and something. I'm six six, which is about a foot-maybe a foot and a half-taller than the jolly old elf. I weigh two hundred fifty pounds, which is about the right weight for Santa, but mine is all muscle. I keep it that way with regular hard workouts.I do have a thick beard that extends half way down my chest. I started it in high school as a joke,. This went on for a good hour or so till John (who I found out later is Troy's dad) told him to stop being crud. Then at the 2 hour mark Stan called for a food and rest room break. That is when Troy had started bragging about having fucked me before. But some of the guy's bet he had not . So they came up to me and ask but before I could say anything Stan said she sure did and it is one of the hottest DVD I ever seen. The guy's said they had to see that so Stan ask if I mind him showing it. I. My senses are alert to everything, every muscle taut with expectation. I feel empowered to be here with him and to know that this step he’s left up to me. ‘Are you sure?’ his voice calls to me, a deep hungry sound. ‘Yes, I want this. I need this.’ I gaze at his lips, and press mine slowly to his. Our mouths first feel like feathers, nestled softly together to show their beauty, but this soon erupts into a kiss so full of need that our tongues collide, trying to decide who is the master and who.