Troy is 17, and although I wasn’t about to buy him that giant subwoofer he asked for, I knew he’d be happy with the iPod he’d find in his Christmas stocking. Porn sex “Oh my gosh! I’m here to grant your Christmas wish.”
“Oh, the boys don’t really need any more presents,” I started to say. I’m here to grant your Christmas wish.”
“Oh, the boys don’t really need any more presents,” I started to say. “Oh my gosh! “Don’t worry,” said Santa. I woke up Christmas morning on the couch, alone, with a fleece throw tucked around me. Not because I can’t handle a hex wrench, mind you, and besides, if that was all I needed I could have asked Troy for a hand. I couldn’t believe it – Santa was coming on to me! Did someone break in? Eggnog! He lowered himself into the La-Z-Boy, then patted his knee. Did someone break in? When I went to investigate, I found sooty footprints leading to the kitchen. “Santa,” I said, “Is that a candy cane in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” I reached down and freed Santa’s erection from his trousers, marveling at the shiny red bell-shaped head that glowed like Rudolph’s nose.
