The slow stroking the luscious lips over the head of my cock and the tongue twirling was making me go nuts. I had to even use a pillow over my mouth t...o not make noise. She realising that I would explode anytime soon suddenly stopped. Withdrawing the pillow to ask why she’s stopping only to see she’s turned into reverse cowgirl position and with her legging off and panty off. The ass I’ve dreamt, craved and shagged to the past 3 weeks is finally right in front of me. It was the most perfect. Maybe Anya hada point. But then again.... "But in this body, I don't have thestrength! I can't finish the job in one night! Not with this body!"Anya digested this fact, then reluctantly nodded. But Greg wasn'tput off. "So why don't you get a couple of elves to help you?Wouldn't that do the job?"Santa's eyes lit up, the merriment of Christmas slowly returning.Maybe. Just maybe, she thought. Then she realized the logisticalproblem. "That's a good idea, Greg, but it won't work. I. " Sometime it just get s hard, you know, for no reason, in class, even in church." You'll get over that. Do you play with it?"I nodded.'That's OK too, that's normal, healthy. But sex is even healthier." He looked at my form. "Hm, you're fifteen. That's a problem. If you have sex, it better be with somebody your age, under sixteen. That's the magic number." He sniffed and made a face. "It probably doesn't matter unless some woman attacks you."I nodded and swallowed and sniffed, thoroughly. He forgot the jeep track gouged out of the hillside. He had just skied off the steep cut bank and fallen onto the road. He got his skis straightened alongside himself, levered himself up and onto his skis, and dusted the dry, powdery snow from his pants and jacket. Steadying his nerves, he realigned himself to resume his trek to the hidden winter lodge.A brisk fire blazed in the great fireplace; his heavy woollen outer pants and nylon ski jacket hung from crossed ski poles leaning against the.