Forty-Seven

Four Months Later

"This better not rip my nip off," I mutter as I use the double sided tape to stick a gingerbread cookie to each of my tits. "The things I do for this man." I pick up the Santa hat that's on the counter and pull it on.

James's voice comes from the other room, "where's my cookies!!?"

Opening the bathroom door, I say cheerfully, "here they are Santa!"

James stands in the middle of the bedroom wearing red boxers, a long red robe with a Santa hat on with a red sack slung over his shoulder. "Well now Mrs Clause, don't you look just ravishing."

I shake my tits at him, "why don't you sit those packages down and come eat your cookies?"

He grins and drops the sack, "I've got a very special package for you Mrs Clause."

Glancing down, I match his grin, "can I unwrap it early Santa?"

"I think for you I can make an exception," he says.

Walking slowly towards him, I pray that the cookies don't fall off. Getting to James, I run my hands up his hard stomach m