.." Jesus." I know. We could have the feast in our log cabin! Can your dad travel?" I'm not sure. He doesn't, not for a long time." Call her. Maybe sh... could come down early to make the turkey." I can cook the turkey. I used to help Mom." What a son!" spouted Marta shaking her head."It's a lot of work. She needed my help." No one else helped much I bet." I hadn't even noticed." I love you my domesticated stud god. Call her." Alright." If she agrees, call Carol." Shouldn't Roger..." He thinks. She shuddered once again at the thought and then piled the bread on to a small plate that also went onto the She collected the tray and navigated her way out of the cluttered kitchen, around the tall kitchen stool that Jonathon kept meaning to fix. Alma let a small grin pass over her delicate features as she thought about how long he had been ‘meaning to fix’ that particular item. Not in this lifetime, she thought to herself. She butted the light switch with her chin to turn the kitchen light. Could it be my dad? Or one of my daughters living with my ex wife? Let's not hope so, that would be embarrassing. I hear a cough and it is a female cough so who could that be? Two big shopper bags are being placed in the hallway on the floor, she must have been doing her groceries for the upcomming Christmas holidays. And then the door to my living room opens, an unknown woman, in a wet raincoat is standing in the door opening looking at me. "I know what you have been doing, I could see it when. ” The third girl picked up her kimono and left down the hall. We both laid down on our massage tables and the girls slid our towels off and dropped them on the floor. My eyes scanned down Lacey's back and over her sweet ass and down her legs. When I looked back at her eyes she had caught me checking her out.The two girls pulled steaming towels from a small cooler and washed our bodies from head to foot. It was so warm and felt so good. I watched the tall slim girl’s hand spread the warm massage.