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... girl.” For a second he thought he had heard wrong, and that he had just dropped himself into some very serious shit, but she moved forward, still shy and awkward and blushing, but with a hint of a naughty smile on her lips and in her eyes. She advanced towards Santa and twisting slightly, she sat down on his lap. His cock was already getting harder, but as she sat down she wiggled and let out a very girly giggle as she pressed her bum firmly into his lap, causing his cock to become very erect, albeit a bit squashed. She kept her head down and adopted the “I am shy” pose with her hair concealing her face. “Well then little girl, I am not sure we have anything for you, hmmm.” “Ohhh I don’t know Santa” she replied, wiggling her bum “I am sure you can find something for me.” “Oh, really, well let’s see, but first things first” he said, allowing his hand to drop down to her tights clad knee “have you been a good or bad little girl?” She hung her head further, but remained silent. “I’m sure you have been a good girl?” She shook her heard. “What” making his voice a bit sterner, “you mean you’ve been a bad little girl?” She nodded her head. “Hmmm well then, a naughty little girl” his hand was now caressing her inner thigh and she allowed her knees to part a little, which he took as a positive sign. She was wearing a short grey skirt and he began to advance his hand upwards, ready to pull back if he went too far. “Well then, young lady, I think you should tell me what a naughty girl ...

... you have been, don’t you?” She just nodded her head and pushed against his very hard and painfully erect cock, he let out a quite groan. “Hhmmm, well, perhaps you should tell Santa your name first?” “It’s Susan.” “And how old are you Susan?” “I am 22, 22 and half.” “Well Susan 22 and half, what makes you say you have been naughty?” His hand began to push the hem of her skirt up her thigh, he glanced down, her legs parted further, and he could now see to his surprise that they were not tights as he had thought, but stockings. He could now clearly see the tops and the suspenders that were holding them up. Christ he thought, this can’t be happening. “Well then Susan, what have you done that makes you such a bad girl then?” “It’s not my fault” she said in a little girl voice “I been a good girl for so long, I couldn’t help it.” “Really, what couldn’t your help, my dear?” His hand was now above her stocking tops, and he was caressing her smooth bare flesh. “Thinking about you Santa, and since this morning I have been so excited I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” “Thinking about Santa isn’t that bad, but what have you been thinking about.” In answer, Susan shifted forward a few inches, Santa’s hand was now pressed against a very smooth, and wet, pussy. Fuck, she isn’t wearing any knickers. “Oh, I see, yes, you are a very, very naughty little girl, not wearing any knickers and coming and sitting on Santa’s knee.” Susan just hung her head in silence. Santa began to caress ...