I would always be sitting in my apartment (never a house, that would be impossible), sipping on instant soup watching 'It's a Wonderful Life' by mysel... every Christmas Eve from now on. I didn't cry (I never cry) but I went to bed (alone of course) and when I got up the next morning I got dressed, took the subway downtown and spent the entire day just walking around the city thinking about how miserable I was. By the time I got on the subway to get back home, I had decided that this had all got. I felt like Daddy's Lil Princess!As he worked my feet and toes with his hands and mouth, he began working my asshole again with his fingers. I couldn't tell which was driving me crazier...what Daddy was doing to my feet...or what Daddy was doing to my ass! He reached into a drawer and handed me a tube. "Lube up my cock, then lay down and spread your legs," he said. I jumped from the couch and got on my knees in front of my Daddy. I squeezed some lube onto my hand...and began massaging it into. It was warm and peaceful afternoon with little distraction beyond the drone of bees busy among the flowers. A shadow had fallen across her, causing her to look up. Stacey found herself looking up at two geeky-looking middle aged men who very politely asked if they might take her picture with the backdrop of flowers. She was flattered by their request and could see no harm in meeting their request, so she agreed.Later, while they talked to her, praising her on how photogenic she was, she learned. “I want to be fair to the four of you. Especially you and Tricia. With me being injured, I haven’t been able to be with either of you like I’ve wanted. No one gets to jump the line ahead of you two. That’s non-negotiable.”She nodded. “I think we’re all in agreement about that,” she said with a grin as we pulled up in front of the first of our stops.Again, we stayed a few minutes, gave out hugs and I dropped off the gifts that I’d given the girls. We slowly whiled away the morning, talking to.