The two bums were huddled next to each other against a building that offered protection from a howling wind but not a piercing cold. As they embraced each other for body warmth, one slipped a hand into the other's pants and started playing with his penis.
"I appreciate the gesture, but there's no fire left in that appendage."
He fondled the hairy thing and a tingling sensation enveloped his body. He no longer felt cold. In fact, for the first time in ages he felt horny. On this night of miracles his cock pulsated with a lost youth.
He stripped the woman from the waist down and straddled her. As his cock slipped into her cunt he felt like he was plunging into a steaming bath.
He remembered his parents, his children and his ex-wife as well as the many holiday nights spent with them next to a fireplace. The memories burned within him. Sweat poured from his body. As he shot his wad he felt like Santa Claus coming down the chimney.
He rolled off her and fell against the hard pavement. He hadn't breathed this deeply in years. Panting and pulling up his pants, he opened his eyes and saw the woman disappearing into the night.
"Where are you going?"
"I have many more visits to make and many more presents to deliver," she answered as her voice grew faint in the freezing mist.
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