Her face is completely covered in gunk, and it now drips down, splashing her kneeling body and dribbling across her bared breasts. Indian sex Mary & Carole are perched on a bench seat at the head of the sleigh, holding the reindeer’s reins. A red-haired English girl in her mid 30’s lies on her back, sleeping soundly, her duvet pulled down far enough to reveal a large pair of breasts. We’ve done it before, like that time in the 1960’s when he’d just discovered LSD and was tripping his head off.”
First Elf: “Yup, you’re right. Her hands stray down across the girl’s stomach, and lightly stroke across the lips of the slumbering girls pussy, before gently inserting first one finger, then two into the moistening opening. Far out!”
Carole: “It is a strange job this, isn’t it? Case. There you are Rudy! Butish all schtickin to me teesh. Enter stage left, running, Mary, Carole, First Elf & several more little peop ..er… magical servants, traders and imps. Then they plunge back into the girl’s armpits once more. And it has been three-hundred-and-sixty-five days since the last time!”
Mary Christmas: “Oh dear. Enter Mary Christmas, Carole Singer, Rudy and the assortment of various elves, goblins, dwarves and other small people Stage Right. A big cuddly Teddy Bear lies on a bed.
