[The STE]

Originally posted by urgeok
'Well Mrs. C' replied the obviously well endowed elf, 'you know what they say about candy canes - the longer you lick them, the tasier they get"

With that Mrs Claus could no longer contain her insatiable lust and began frantically tearing at the wee mans zipper.

'Woah there Mrs C, you're going to give the bald fireman whiplash, you dont want to end up with a lawsuit on your hands'

'I'm not concerned with what's on my hands, its what's IN my hands that's got my attention' replied the randy old cuckolder.

And with that she took the elf's red, angry member into her sweaty paws and started pumping him like a milkmaid the day before Easter.
She took the time to hike her voluminous shirts over her ample rosy buttocks with one freed up hand.
After picking a few stray curly elf hairs off of gabriels throbbing shaft she began to gobble his beconing manhood like it was the first food she had since last xmas.

Little did she realize, in the frenzy of her passion that Donner had crept silently into the room, one hoof stroking his growing interest, and both eyes on Mrs Claus's sideways rear smile, bobbing up and down, calling to him the way a bun demands the satisfaction of harbouring a spicy sausage........

You skipped a post. The creepyfish was my part of the story. GET IT RIGHT!!!