Her hand seized my wrist. My teasing finger thrummed against her clit, raking up and down her canal, and she stiffened beneath me. Her voice became a low hiss as she urged me on. "Yeah. Yeah! Thats it! Oh, god, yeah! Oh, god, Brian..." She was reaching for her climax, and I watched in rapt attention as she rapidly gave in to the pleasure washing over her. When her orgasm hit, it hit hard and fast.

No friggin way!" I looked at Bernie like he had rocks in his head. He started shaking his head, saying, "No, no no. You can DO this!" "Bernie," I said, chuckling. "Im a buck-seventy. No way can I pass as Santa!" "Brian, listen. Theyve got the suit all padded. God, I wore it last year, and I looked like a blimp!" He paused, waiting for the inevitable. I had to say it. "Man, you ARE a blimp!" We fell into our familiar routine of teasing each other, he calling me skinny, and me retorting with fantasy tales of his floating over football games with an electronic sign on his side.