Pat and Sue jumped in, telling us not to forget them. Here I was, 38, and I had five beautiful naked women arguing about who would get to fuck me that...night. I knew I had to be dreaming. As if reading my mind, Sue pinched my thigh, saying this really was real.We each were talking about our fantasies and prior sexual experiences. Anh said that she really didn't have any other experiences -- or fantasies, for that matter. She said that before Jane had told her about tonight she had thought this. "I couldn't. I was having an affair with Bob." I don't think I heard that," I said."Yes, you did," she said. "I was having an affair with Bob while you were having an affair with Marilyn." Marilyn was repressing a laugh."You knew?" I asked her."I've known since then," Marilyn replied. "When I confessed to Carol, she confessed to me." I want to get this straight. You - Carol - were fucking my brother, Bob, while I was fucking Marilyn, his wife?" That sums it up," Carol said."You're shitting me.". She was still sleeping at this point but I couldn't help to notice how beautiful she was. She had brown shoulder length hair, a sprinkle of freckles on her nose and a slender body with C cup breasts. I decided to roll on to my back, and in doing so, I woke her up. We started talking and reminiscing about the night we just had, gossiping about who went home with whom and how we had to get all the details. In that moment, we slowly started moving closer to each other, touching lightly and sharing. ”“Well, the hospital is a bit slower, too,” she told him. “There are probably as many appendectomies on Christmas Eve as any other day. There aren’t any tonsillectomies, though.”“Well, if I can’t speak to you until then, may I invite you to come to our house tomorrow night? We’ll go to church tonight and open the gifts in the morning, but tomorrow is a special evening, too.”“I’ve been out of the apartment forever. That case you delivered to my apartment contains my second-best dress folded up..