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THE VERY BEST CHRISTMAS STORY
The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve.  He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife passed away.

It was just another day to him.  He didn’t hate Christmas, he just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate.  He was sitting there looking
at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man
stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up.  “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,” said the stranger.  “I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.”
“Not without something hot in your belly.”  George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth thermos and handed it to the stranger.  “It ain’t much, but it’s hot and tasty.  Stew…, made it myself.  When you’re done, there’s coffee and it’s fresh.”
Just at that moment he heard the “ding” of the driveway bell.  “Excuse me, be right back,” George said.  There in the driveway was an old ’53 Chevy.  Steam was rolling out of the front.  The driver was panicked.  “Mister can you help me!” said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent.  “My wife is with child and my car is broken.”  George opened the hood.  It was bad.  The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
“You ain’t going in this thing,”  George said as he turned away.
“But Mister, please help.”  The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside.  He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside.  He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting.  “Here, take my truck,” he said.  “She ain’t the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good.”
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night.  He turned and walked back inside the office. “Glad I gave ’em the truck, their tires were shot too.  That ‘ol truck has brand new ones.”  George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone.
The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. “Well, at least he got something in his belly,” George
thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start.  It cranked slowly, but it started.  He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been.  He thought he would tinker with it for something to do.  Christmas Eve meant no customers.  He discovered the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator.  “Well, shoot, I can fix this,” he said to himself.  So he put a new one on.
“Those tires ain’t gonna get ’em through the winter either.”  He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old Lincoln.  They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired.  He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, “Please help me.”
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic.  He knew the wound needed attention.  “Pressure to stop the bleeding,” he thought.  The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels.  He used those and duct tape to bind the wound.  “Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin’,” he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
“Something for pain, ” George thought.  All he had was the pills he used for his back.  “These ought to work.”  He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills.  “You hang in there, I’m going to get you an ambulance.”
The phone was dead.  “Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car.”  He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up.  “Thanks,” said the officer.  “You could have left me there.  The guy that shot me is still in the area.”
George sat down beside him, “I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain’t gonna leave you.”  George pulled
back the bandage to check for bleeding.  “Looks worse than what it is.  Bullet passed right through ‘ya.  Good thing it missed the important stuff though.  I think with time your gonna be right as rain.”
George got up and poured a cup of coffee.  “How do you take it?” he asked.  “None for me,” said the officer..
“Oh, yer gonna drink this.  Best in the city.  Too bad I ain’t got no donuts.”  The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open.  In burst a young man with a gun.  “Give me all your cash!  Do it now!” the young man
yelled.  His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
“That’s the guy that shot me!” exclaimed the officer.
“Son, why are you doing this?” asked George,  “You need to put the cannon away.  Somebody else might get hurt.”
The young man was confused.  “Shut up old man, or I’ll shoot you, too.  Now give me the cash!”
The cop was reaching for his gun.  “Put that thing away,” George said to the cop, “we got one too many in here now.”
He turned his attention to the young man.  “Son, it’s Christmas Eve.  If you need money, well then, here.  It ain’t much but it’s all I got.  Now put that pea shooter away.”
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time.  The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry.  “I’m not very good at this am I?  All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,” he went on.  “I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week.”
George handed the gun to the cop.  “Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then.  The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can.”
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop.  “Sometimes we do stupid things.”  George
handed the young man a cup of coffee.  “Bein’ stupid is one of the things that makes us human.  Comin’ in here with a gun
ain’t the answer.  Now sit there and get warm and we’ll sort this thing out.”
The young man had stopped crying.  He looked over to the cop.  “Sorry I shot you.  It just went off.  I’m sorry officer.”
“Shut up and drink your coffee ” the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside.  A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt.  Two cops came through the
door, guns drawn.  “Chuck! You ok?” one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
“Not bad for a guy who took a bullet.  How did you find me?”
“GPS locator in the car.  Best thing since sliced bread.  Who did this?” the other cop asked as he approached the young
man.
Chuck answered him, “I don’t know.  The guy ran off into the dark.  Just dropped his gun and ran.”
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
“That guy work here?” the wounded cop continued.
“Yep,” George said, “just hired him this morning.  Boy lost his job.”
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher.  The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered,
“Why?”
Chuck just said, “Merry Christmas boy… and you too, George, and thanks for everything.”
“Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there.  That ought to solve some of your problems.”
George went into the back room and came out with a box.  He pulled out a ring box.  “Here you go, something for the little woman. I don’t think Martha would mind.  She said it would come in handy some day.”
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw.  “I can’t take this,” said the young man.  “It means something to you.”
“And now it means something to you,” replied George.  “I got my memories.  That’s all I need.”
George reached into the box again.  An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next.  They were toys that the oil company had
left for him to sell.  “Here’s something for that little man of yours.”
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
“And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with?  You keep that too,” George said.  “Now git home to your family.”
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face.  “I’ll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good.”
“Nope.  I’m closed Christmas day,” George said.  “See ya the day after.”
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned.  “Where’d you come from?  I thought you left?”
“I have been here.  I have always been here,” said the stranger.  “You say you don’t celebrate Christmas.  Why?”
“Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was.  Puttin’ up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree.  Bakin’ cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides I was gettin’ a little chubby.”
The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder.  “But you do celebrate the holiday, George.  You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry.  The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists.  The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself.  “That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man.”
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said.  “And how do you know all this?” asked the old man.
“Trust me, George.  I have the inside track on this sort of thing.  And when your days are done you will be with Martha again.”
The stranger moved toward the door.  “If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now.  I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned.”
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe.  A golden light began to fill to room.
“You see, George … it’s My birthday.  Merry Christmas.”
George fell to his knees and replied, “Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus”
This story is better than any greeting card.
P.S.: If you finished this without a tear in your eye…, you’re a stronger person than I am.
Later Gater.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!

Older Women Make Good Lovers

When you are in sales you always meet women. Some are ok but others really get your attention. I was making a sales call at this one particular company one day on my route. I was showing some of my line when she came up behind me as I was showing my products to the other women in the office. She put her hand on my shoulder to lean in and see the catalog. There was something in the touch that got my attention. As I would drop by each week we would chit chat and as every week pass by we would talk longer. We both could tell the other was definitely interested in the other.

We decided to meet one Friday at a hotel in a town in between the towns we lived in. After we checked in she went into the bathroom to freshen up so I pulled down the covers on the bed. When she came out she was looking mighty fucking hot in her matching bra and panties. I had already laid down and got comfortable. So she crawled onto the bed and starting kissing me and rubbing her hands all over. She started unbuttoning my shirt and kissing her way down my stomach. Then she undid my pants and pulled them off and then she pulled my briefs off and my cock was in full view. She started to lick the head and slowly took it in her mouth and began to suck it slowly and working it in and out her mouth. I was about ready to blow as she let it slip out and she sat up and undid her bra and let it fall to expose her beautiful full 38d tits.

Then she stood up to pull off her panties and I could see for the first time her gorgeous trimmed pussy. She crawled back on the bed like a lioness stalking her prey. She sucked and licked my cock again for just a moment to make sure I was ready for my prize. She moved on up to straddled me and as she guided my cock to her dripping wet pussy I could feel the heat of her hot box. She slowly slid down on my cock and gently begin to ride it. As our bodies begin to work together she started to moan, low at first but as wave upon wave of pleasure hit she got louder and louder until her moans were echoing off the walls. She rode me harder and harder until she was cumming and her juices were flowing over my dick and running down my balls. I moved her off of me and told her to get on all fours and I began to fuck her from behind. I took my eight inch cock and put it in her hot dripping pussy and I grabbed her on both sides of her ass and thrust my cock in to the hilt, as I did she screamed from the pleasure of my dick hitting the back of her cunt. I then began to slowly long dick the shit out of her and then I picked up the pace and begin to give her one helluva fucking that she started yelling and telling me to fuck her harder. She was saying to me; “fuck me you big dick bastard” “give me that fat cock, give it to me good”. As I felt my load starting to swell up and I told her I was cumming and she quickly spun around and took my cock back in her mouth and started sucking until I had all I could stand and I blew my load into her mouth.

I came so hard that she could not hold it all in her mouth and it ran out one side onto her big fucking tits. She took my dick and smeared it on her chest to pick up what had spilt out and she suck it off the head of my prick. Then we just fell onto the bed and rested until we were ready to go again which was about four more times until we both had to get home. We met several other times and spent a few nights together on a wild weekend but I’ll share those with you later on.

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