Kann ich für dich tanzen, Papa?

They were like dummies in a shooting gallery, and periodically men tossed a mistletoe wreath right at their faces or tried to land it on their tits. I WAS going to get you a new video game, but now I am thinking socks for my least favorite nephew,” she joked. “Ooh, I have such a big target! “I hope you aren’t going because of me, Sir. The girls were either waddling about or fucking themselves on the candy cane-colored dildos while preparing for the ring toss contest. I mean a LOT of jizz! The girls sang along to the Pat Benatar song chorus; when it hit this part, they interjected their own lyrics. “It’s okay if you don’t have anything for me to say! In a few minutes, we had several more “Ding-ding-ding” points. It’s all in good fun. “Good, and you really like Blitzen?” Dad asked – suddenly interested. There was tittering laughter in the background and the occasional laugh, so I wasn’t completely on the spot. I hoped that your mom and Donder would lose, but they both worked their asses off to be in the winner’s circle!”

“Donder really wanted to be gang-banged by you and Eddie?” I thought that was odd. My confidence waffled.