You’ve already wasted too much time with your not getting out of bed act.”Now I really do pout. But I drag myself out of bed.“You’re a no-fun,...stuffy, old man,” I say.Daddy grabs my jaw under the chin in one hand. His fingers are long and strong, but surprisingly smooth. Hmm ... that reminds me of another part of him, and I feel a small pulse in my clit.His words pull me out of my daydream. “What did you say?”My head is forced up to look at his face. “I said, ‘I love you, Daddy.’”He smiles at. Looking out the office door he saw the business manager of Lumbolt Insurance, the company on whose project he had been losing sleep. He groaned inwardly, knowing that the demographic study they want was not quite complete. The raw data was complete but the reports weren't quite ready for delivery.Jane Ellen looked at the trim woman in the business suit and decided she could help. Dennis, fearing what Jane Ellen's help could do to this delicate business arrangement, swallowed hard and went to. This is the 2nd part of my first story. Critiques are welcome. 5 more days til Christmas. But until then, I still need to work, to carry on as I usually do, maybe have some fun in the interim. It was a long day at work and longer playing Santa. Sure you get some good feelings, but man, keeping yourself in check can be a strain. Sometimes you just need relief.As I begin my drive home, I slowly pass by a familiar house. I glimpse a nicely decorated tree through the partially openeded d****s. I. Brian was flushed as well, with sweat dripping off his angular face and splashing lightly on to his aunt’s searing flesh. I moved closer and put my hands on their joined sex. “Brian, stop for a minute. Calm down just a little…” I spoke slowly and quietly as he stopped rocking his hips forward and back. When he withdrew his crème-covered stalk I wrapped my hand around him and slowly drew him all the way out of my wife’s sweet cunt. They both protested but I didn’t pay them any.