Turning in bed, he gasped, “Santa Claus has been.”
She looked down, his hand guiding hers.
“See?”
“So hard. Is it the real thing?” A giggle.
“Don’t you recognise it?”
“Vaguely. Must be a joint gift.”
“What do you mean?”
“Feel me.”
“God, You’re so wet. How?”
“A kindly old man touched me up.”
“Who was it?”
“Called himself Santa Claus.”
“Believe him?”
Chuckles, ”Not at all. Knew his way around too well. Now what? ”
“You on top?”
“My best position.” Pause. “In?”
“Deep, and lovely,” he groaned. “Christmas comes but once — a decade!”
“Ooh, so do I.”
