I spotted her in the hot tub. "How is the water?" "Not as hot as the memories we could make." I sighed as I got into the water with her. "Damn, that i... hot with the bubbles," I muttered, sitting next to her. I brought my lips close to hers and she kissed me. "Thank you," I said before I wrapped my arms around her. We stayed close for a few minutes and just enjoyed the water. "This is rather nice, we can see all that snow out there, but it is like summer time in here. They have a few Christmas. . it crossed my mind that I would certainly miss that.I delivered another round of drinks to the family room. Most of the guests were dancing.The music was fast. I was pulled into the group and twirled about. I didn't know the dance steps the kids were doing so I just moved my feet and wiggled everything I could. My tits were flopping all over and my nipples were fully erect. Even Sheila was up and shaking her ass and tits as much as she could. Even with the frenetic activity I could see that. " I replied again."It's okay, I understand!" she said cheerily, and then she turned back around and continued working on her computer, as she casually continued to wriggle her little bare feet in front of me.I stared at those little white feet with their little white digits, flexing back and forth, curling up and uncurling, before stretching as wide as they could, and then balling up again, and could feel my growing cock stretching against my tight jeans begging to be released.And after another. At least your child wasn'twhisked away and butchered." "Does that still happen?" "Not in the UK, or so we believe, but it does in some other countries." "We?" "Mum can't do everything herself. She is getting older now." "Less of that young girl," said Gwen, coming into the room. "So what can be done for our child?" asked Ian, getting back to hischild. "Everything or nothing," replied Gwen. "It depends what the status ofyour child's organs are. The doctors are doing what they now do. Whenthey.