It was tearing me apart.I'd had a few drinks and was slowly beginning to mellow a bit. Mick insisted, though I didn't really want to. He placed a drin... in my hand, and then another, and then another and every time he would clink my glass and knock it back with me, telling me that these were the days we would remember when we were old and gray, good times with good friends. I couldn't argue that.Janine was considerably sloshed at that point. She was hanging on Mick like she was part of his. He’s a very heavy sleeper– which is a great thing. You probably know that I have done this multiple times.I slipped onto the soft mattress and took off my panties. I need him badly. Daddy was shirtless, showing all his complexing muscles. It made me almost drool.But I’m not here for that.I took off his pants with ease. I knew that daddy didn’t wear boxers because he left it on the floor. He was probably busy with himself.His meat sprang right up. Seven inches, maybe? Nine? Ten? Who knows? All I. They found the section and the socks, but on the way to the checkout line something caught James’ eye. It was a pack of white jockstraps that made him stop in his tracks. Inspired and titillated by all the rule breaking he had been doing lately, he picked up the package, and it wasn’t until they got to the self-checkout line that Seth noticed.“What are you doing?! What if someone sees?” Seth whispered frantically. “Everyone’s gonna see if you keep making a scene,” James whispered back,. "Do you know the story of 'A Christmas Carol'? It's been made into movies and cartoons."She shrugged again."It's about Ebenezer Scrooge, little Tiny Tim and his poor father, Bob Cratchit?"She showed no sign of recognition."Scrooge is an old miserly rich man visited by three ghosts at Christmas. That doesn't ring a bell?"She didn't react."Never mind then," he said. "What kind of person would I be if I let you freeze to death, while I was warm in bed?" I wasn't going to die." You wouldn't have.