.” she said breathing heavily, turning to look at him, her back against the bags of chips.Robin worked the long cucumber deep inside using long slow...strokes as she thought of the sexiest things she could. The way she had been licking and cleaning everyone out by the pool was good fantasy material for sure. She could feel herself warming up, and as she pulled the cucumber out, she took a look at it, glistening wet, and slid it in for another couple of strokes. With a groan as she slid the long. ”“Sure.”“I mean it–don’t intervene no matter what!” She seemed almost mad at me,which I found confusing.“What are you going to do?” I asked, uncertainly.“Oh, I’ll make him do some things just to let him know what’s what. Youwon’t interfere?”“I… I guess not.”“Say ‘I promise not to interfere’.”“Maria!” Her dirty look again. “OK, I promise not to. And if they didn't know about the cubes, opening them wouldimplant memories into them and those around them, so a mother mightremember purchasing a doll for her daughter, even though she never did.But the memories did not affect 1 in 782 people, hence the reason themyth of Santa has persisted.Okay. I could handle this.Topher was well-off but not exactly rich, how did that happen?Apparently investments, he had pens, and later computers and tablets thatalways predicted the best investments to. ‘Looks like you’ve been having the same thoughts’.Oh yea! Christmas morning all over again.‘Emily, that’s all I thought about’.With that said, Emily pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were hard like a pair of marbles.I jumped up and nearly tore my shirt off. I dropped my pants and for the first time realized my underwear were also soaked through. Emily saw it and laughed.‘Aren’t we a pair,’ she said as she pulled her own pants.