"By jinky, Santa, that was really something. I never realized you could turn a boy into a girl." Ho, ho, ho... It would never have been possible if I ...hadn't met the wizard at that Spells R Us shop. He gave me the magic dust that made Jeffrey's dream come true." But how did you know, Santa?"Just then, Santa pulled a crumpled letter from his pocket and started to read."Dear Santa, my name is Jeffrey and I am seven years old. All I want for Christmas is to be a girl. I want to wear pretty dresses. . Be silent, my huny..."In a strange moment my heart stops as mom pulls up the hem of her thin nightgown, revealing a very pretty muff of dark furry hair. I had never even thought how my own mother"s... would look like... ohhh! It iss….mm.Her hands move higher, and her large full breasts come to view, heavy, round and shapely. She throws her gown away and bares her whole naked motherly beauty to bathe in the cold light of the full moon. Her legs are long, smooth thighs nicely curving into. "That must not happen again, and the best way to make sure of that is to remove him altogether," Osvaldo concluded.He crossed to his phone and punched in the numbers for Markow's mobile. His call was answered immediately."Markow." I cannot begin to describe how angry I am right now," Osvaldo began, "your mystery jogger has been inside the house and he has spoken with Rose."Markow was preparing himself for another day of surveillance on the house where he was hoping MacSween would eventually. ’ ‘We can shower later.’ ‘What time is it?’ ‘There is no time right now.’ Reality flooded back. Peter. Peter was going to call her around 6:00. What had she just done? Emma struggled to sit up, but Derek’s hands on her shoulders pushed her inexorably back. His head came down, kissing her cheeks and around to one ear. ‘Emma, now is the time to sleep. What’s done is done. We can figure out later where this is all going. Sleep now. Sleep,’ he kept whispering. Derek’s voice was almost hypnotic in.