"Hello. Why aren't you dancing out there? You look like you have some good moves." He young man continued to give Sandra that charming smile."Well, uh...your the first to ask me that. I guess we weren't having such a lucky night." Sandra's eyes were glued to the young man."Well, then come and dance with me. There's no point of being here and not being able to dance is there?" He extended his hand to her.Sandra reached out to touch his hand and felt her whole body shiver with heat. His touch alone. Okay, reserved for two if I count Santa. I put the kissing couple upon the tree, stepped back, and then respectfully nodded my understanding to them. I pulled one end of the satin belt, and my burgundy robe opened to reveal my full breasts, navel and mons. I let the robe drop off of my shoulders. I knew what I looked like in the nude, a shapely full-figured libertine goddess. It was only then that I became aware of the holiday music coming from the television. The game must be over, and for. The girls, including Dara, had done hand made cards that were really neat. They weren’t really hand made. The cards were like the old paint by the numbers things. The girls had used crayons and markers to fill in the numbered areas. I loved them, what a wonderful idea, paint by the number, do it yourself, birthday cards.One of the really bad things about having a birthday right after Christmas, especially as a kid, was that the parents would give me one big present instead of separate gifts for. Many were simple black masks that only served the purpose of concealing their owner’s face without making any other statement about their personality or preferences. It was estrogen central though. There was not one man in sight, so sisterhood meant just that. Julia led her through the crowd of strangers who stood around conversing on topics all and sundry. Laura was aware of being subject to intense scrutiny. It appeared that she was the youngest sister in a very ancient organization. Madame.