| Santa was screwing his best friend, Banta's wife Preeto, when he suddenly stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. "What the hell is your problem?" Preeto asked. "I feel like a regular son of a bitch, getting my best friend's pussy," Santa moaned. Preeto reached over and patted him on the back. "Well, if that's all it is, you can stop worrying," she said. "You're not getting his pussy. His pussy is five to six inches deeper." |