This year 2018 I wanted to be the church soloist at the Christmas pageant at the Saddleback Valley Church of Christ. I pushed and pleaded and almost b...gged on my knees. The music minister Mr. Orland asked me to come over to his office on Saturday to audition. I think that was only fair. His granddaughter Lily-Bell is one of my best friends and is also up for that prized position as soloist singing “My Christmas Rose”. Sitting in his office and at the piano I sang through the song twice and Mr. What's the old saw? Be careful of what you wish for? Well in essence I had known this family since we moved to this location - the quick way into town was past our house and they all used to stop and chat on the way. Daughter was still at college in those days and mother was in her second marriage. In the short number of intervening years that too had gone sour and finished. To help make ends meet Grandma had moved in. Three generations under one roof. All three women were attractive in their. Both men reached forward and took ahold of the waistband of their wife's sweat pants and unceremoniously tugged the pants and panties down. Sharon bit her lip, while Susan screwed her eyes shut and whimpered in embarrassment. John said, "Now, over my knee," and directed Sharon to his right side and dragged her over his lap while Tim did the same with Susan. Both women were now face down over their husbands' laps, facing opposite directions. The men had arranged the chairs offset slightly, so. He moved up her body slowly but purposefully. Stopping and lingering in strategic places. Nipples were the last port of call. Blown on, touched gently by his tongue, drawn on softly, then harder proving the connection between them and all the other erogenous zones, all just building the pace, increasing the pressure that was building again inside her. He finally reached her face. Kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her neck, her throat, and then her lips . . . and then asked, actually asked if he.