Top marks for romp with naughty shop girl

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Dear Krys­tal, I USU­ALLY hate Christ­mas shop­ping, but this year there was a treat in store for me as I searched for suit­able gifts.

The thought of bat­tling the crowds and queu­ing for hours leaves me cold. So I de­cided to get or­gan­ised for once and do my shop­ping early.

A few weeks ago I headed out one Satur­day morn­ing, list in hand, on a re­tail mis­sion.

I am a sin­gle fella but still have plenty of presents to buy – broth­ers, par­ents, aun­ties, un­cles and the rest.

I got off to a great start, pick­ing up just what I wanted in the first shop and quickly snap­ping up a bar­gain in one of the early high street sales for my mum.


I had de­cided to get my dad a new sweater to keep him cosy dur­ing the cold months, so I headed for a menswear shop to check out the gar­ments.

Af­ter a cou­ple of min­utes I no­ticed one of the shop as­sis­tants was loi­ter­ing and, to my deep joy, she was an ab­so­lute stunna.

Blonde, petite and with an im­pres­sive top rack – just the way I like my ladies. I ob­vi­ously looked a bit lost so she si­dled over and asked me if I re­quired any help.

If I’m hon­est, I didn’t. I had al­ready picked out a lamb­swool cardi­gan for the old boy and was about to head to the cash till to buy it.

But I couldn’t re­sist spend­ing some time with this lit­tle minx, so played dumb and said I needed Xmas gifts and new clob­ber for my­self.

We’d soon picked out a pile of clothes and she asked if I would like to try them on, giv­ing me a cheeky lit­tle wink as she said it.

I fol­lowed her to the fit­ting rooms, which were de­serted, and she said she would come into the cu­bi­cle with me to see if I needed any dif­fer­ent sizes.

As soon as the cur­tain was drawn, she was on her knees and un­buck­ling my belt. Thank god it was warm in the shop as she pulled out my lit­tle chap and tugged it hard.

Af­ter I had reached a suit­able stiff­ness, she popped my pole into her mouth and sucked it like a pro.

I was well in the mood and told her to bend over. She did so with­out hes­i­tat­ing and I rut­ted her with some aban­don.

Just as I was near­ing cli­max we heard an­other cus­tomer come in and had to fin­ish off in si­lence – bit­ing our lips.

The prob­lem is I got my dad’s cardi­gan out to wrap up and no­ticed it has a wor­ry­ing stain on it. Any tips?

Krys­tal says:

GV, Durham I AM sure you have heard about ev­ery kinky sex pec­ca­dillo – un­til now!

I de­vel­oped my mi­nor per­ver­sion only in re­cent years, but al­ready it is driv­ing my mad.

You see, ever since we started to have harsh win­ters again I have found my­self get­ting turned on by snow.

I spend all sum­mer mis­er­able, wish­ing away the sunny months and long­ing for the cold snap.

And when the white stuff does ar­rive, I can barely hide my aroused mem­ber in my ski pants.

As soon as there is snow on the ground I’m randier than a teenager on Vi­a­gra. I spend hours out­side and even roll around in the icy mass, feel­ing like I am king of the world.

My ul­ti­mate fan­tasy is to have a sexy snowball fight with a cou­ple of naked glam­our girls and end up get­ting frisky in a snow­drift.

Are you up for it or do you know any girls who are? I reckon you would have a fan­tas­tic time!

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