Their celebration was planned for the following day, two days before Christmas. The tree stood majestically in the corner of the living room, framed b... the woodlands beyond. Already the scents of Christmas floated about the air currents in the room, warmed and exploded by the flames in the fireplace on the south wall. ‘Mom,’ Abigail laughed. ‘I am not plucking that bird this year. Let Dad do it.’ Her laughter danced alive around her. ‘Better yet, let Jake do it. It will give him a Christmas. " I winked at him and bent down to kiss him. I heard him let out a whiny-moan type of thing. I felt him start to get hard again. We both sat up now. I had my pussy on one of his legs. I started moving up and down. I was grinding his leg. I had my hands around his neck and my head was tilted back. I was all out humping his leg."Oh, Mr. Schaffer!" I yelled. "I want you so badly!" I could feel Mr. Schaffer's member stand straight up now. "Alright Lexsie, it's time," he said bluntly.I got off. That's what it was to be, a retreat. The family needed something like this when we needed to decompress, someplace just for us, or even just for a few of us. I hoped I could get it across to Dewey and Steve that it was a place for them and their families as well.Sam Nightfox called me about nine, local time. He asked, "Are you healing and are you resting? I hope so, because some problems are beginning to want to be resolved. My other troubleshooters are hesitant, and everything that needs to be. He filled her one final time, and she took him deeper still, when the fire engulfed them both. Quivering in relief, she rode him through her pleasure, the fluttering of her walls sparking his own release.Finally, they lay gasping in the dawn’s early light, breath swirling between their bodies, and were still. part twoThe demons often beckoned at the door when night finally fell, old ghosts best left in the pantry. Some were more insistent than others, dreams reminding him of dark pasts, scars.