.. close.”“Maybe he was her brother,” Arwen suggested.“That might be taking the whole Targaryen thing a bit far,” Max poured coffee for both... of them. “I don’t think she’s that method.”“Oh. Eww. Maybe not her brother, then,” Arwen accepted a mug. “What are you going to do?”“Talk to her, I guess.” Max set about preparing his coffee. “I probably should have done that before I started calling her my girlfriend. Huh?”“Do you want her to be your girlfriend?” Arwen asked.“I feel like an incredibly. His love for all, rich or poor, old and young, warmed my heart and set an example for my life.One of my first sentences was, “I want to marry Santa.”My father would shake his head and say, “Santa already has a wife, Mrs. Claus.”I shook my head emphatically, “No he doesn’t. But he needs one.”I knew this without a doubt. It was something I knew in my soul.Santa was a toymaker, so to emulate him, I read on how to make toys, from books in the library. Even before kindergarten, I was making simple. You could see it hurt him and it hurt me also, but we were her tools now. She was calling all of the shots. We were her bitches, and we loved it.After about 25 minutes of getting head from both of them, each one taking turns, she stopped the action. While they gave me head, she never took her death grip off my hard piece of meat. As a matter of fact, the harder she gripped it, the harder my cock was. She knew that if she squeezed it, my dick head would bulge and she especially seemed to love my. Janet’s hand rubbed at her pussy pressing the penny against her pussy. The boys mouthed dropped lower as they watched her little show. Janet smiled at them as she withdrew her hand to show there was no penny in it. She brought her hand to her mouth and used her tongue to lick lightly at the wetness on her fingers.“Come on girls you can entertain later at the party,” Jack said looking back to us.Janet and I had been to busy teasing those boys to have noticed he was now ahead of us. Janet and I.