"I was so hoping they'd be home for Christmas."Mike gave me an impish grin. "So you could bring them to play on the playground?" No, silly!" I swatted...his arm, but I was grinning, too. After a moment, I sobered. "I guess I'm just not used to not having them home for the holidays."Mike pulled me into an embrace, and I rested my head on his shoulder. "And here you're stuck with me, instead."I looked up and winked at him. "Well, there are certain ... compensations." Well, that's a relief." We. When he wrapped his strong arms around her, Brin laid her head against his chest, her eyes closed, inhaling his masculine scent.The minute Brin was in his arms, Tom remembered his strange dream, and he knew he shouldn't be this close to her. But, God, she felt so wonderful against him. He let his hands trail down her back just a little and kissed her on the top of her head."Is everything okay with you, Brin? You seemed a little spooked this morning, and you're being way too nice to your old man. He was obviously off his face, singing in a slurred and uneven voice. He staggered across to Phyllis's urinal, pulled his cock out, but then - as Phyllis's pulse was racing - he unaccountably shuffled to another urinal, and pissed in that and on the floor. Some of the piss reached her feet, but that was all she got. How frustrating!Back in the pub, a group of men were talking by the bar. "Back in a minute, guys" one of them said, "I need a slash." He added: "I haven't had one all day. I'm. So I peeked in through the crack in the door and what I saw got me hard instantly. My mother was standing in the shower with her hand between her legs and she was moaning. She is a short woman, not skinny but far from fat, she has huge tits that swing low and the biggest nipples I have ever seen, clean-shaven and her pussy was glistening I leaned in to try and get a better look and saw her full on with her fingers in her snatch and she was moaning my name. I stepped back and saw her look up at.