“If he ever finds out that he is Zoe’s biological father, we could be in serious trouble,” said Penelope.“Stop worrying. It’s been over a ye...r. The man is not going to be bothering us or even sending us Christmas cards. He’s cut himself off from us and that’s a good thing, or if not an actual good thing, at least a less problematic thing,” said Doctor Grant Hardy.“I am so glad I divorced the man. He was okay as a friend; he really was. But as a husband? No,” she said. She’d really hurt me with. Debbie sat next to her and pulled her clothes off. She played with Cynthia’s breasts as they were exposed to the cool air, tugging and flicking the nipples. Debbie’s eyes were hooded with lust, and she kissed her way along Cynthia’s collarbone and up her neck to her lips. Cynthia didn’t mind, though. She was thinking about Brad’s cock. Debbie could do whatever she wanted. Cynthia knew that would be just perfect. She was their plaything, their fucktoy. It didn’t matter how she knew, the. I’m here to tell you it’s one hell of a lot of work. All day, every day for a few weeks in that damn Santa get up. How would you like to wear that sweat soaked outfit day after day until it gets so wet and smelly so that you couldn’t stand it yourself. And the kids? People have this strange idea that, especially at Christmas time, kids are charming little angels. They are not! Most of them are little devils that pull on my beard to see if it’s real then put their gum in it when they find out. One time, atop a hill where the vista was so magnificent Julie stripped off her clothes to sunbathe atop an outcropping of rock while we had a puff.Now, Lynn and Julie had very different body types for being sisters. Lynn was a little on the meaty side while Julie was tall and lithe. Both girls were blondies. Once, sitting in that hot kitchen one afternoon, Julie sat there naked as usual, Lynn and I sweating our asses off so I pulled my shorts down and stepped out just as if skinny dipping and.