It fit tightly to her body on top and flared out from the waist down. She spun and I caught a glimpse of red sequinned panties as her dress rose. She ...also had on a Santa hat and ballet slippers to match the dress. ‘Where were you all week while I was stuck with the old ladies?’ I whispered and pulled her up into the sleigh. As she stepped up, I noticed the delicate silver snowflake ankle bracelet I had sent to her office with the ‘From Santa’ tag on it. ‘I’m sorry you had to work with them, but. The door opened and I let myself in. Lazy planks of light angled through the blinds, dim but enough to see by. I stood inside a cozy little living room with framed portraits on the walls. Two or three of a long-haired girl who was probably Dana in prior years, but all the rest were pictures of who I guessed to be Lisa Trowell. One artful shot looked like a clever double exposure of Lisa and an identically-dressed twin. The rest of the poses ran a gamut of hairstyles and costumes. Lisa had many. His hips lurch as he tries to fuck my hand but I hold him down still wanting to feel his cock growing inside my hand. Stroking, squeezing I can feel him getting harder and harder. He lifts my cami over my head and buries his face between my tits. Not wanting to stop but wondering if we are being watched I turn slightly and gaze at the crowd. Seeing that we are still 'alone' I lift my skirt and straddle him. His cock slides deep into me filling a void that I had been feeling for way too. He took her fork from her and started eating her breakfast. ‘You guys aren’t going to believe what the cops wanted with my dad,’ he said through a mouthful of eggs. Grace and Zach couldn’t keep up with Adrian, they sat there looking at him dumbly. ‘It turns out the Chicago Police Department have a mystery on their hands, one of the big organized crime bosses showed up dead in his penthouse apartment on Wednesday night, blunt force trauma injury to the head.’ He paused while he shoveled more.