"Carla, these cookies are just to die for. How in the world do you do it?" My mom said to my wife from across the room."Every year these cookies just...seem to get better and better! You must give me the recipe." Mom insisted."Sorry Sarah, but a true artist can not reveal her secrets." My wife Carla replied while giving me a shifty look and a smirk. "Ohhh Bah humbug. First you don't give me a grandc***d and now you don't give me the recipe for these amazing cookies. What else are you going to. While playing the game, she called to us. “dev, can you come down here I need some help with the arrangements, “Sure mom I’ll be right there.” and without thinking we ran downstairs into the living room and was met by 5 of our moms with same age group had are talking, i greeted them, mom asked me to cut the cake, and i cut my cake give to my mom and she kissed on my chin, and all my friends mom kissed me on the chin, but it was a casual and with love, so me and my friends had some cake and open. The words EMERGENCY EXIT stenciled across it in flickering yellow. The insect figure begins to dance in a slow sinuous movement that is at odds with the music. I push it away and turn my gaze around towards the lights. Dark figures are silhouetted against a deep pulsing red. I feel some one press themselves against me, a cock rubbing against my ass. A woman in latex appears in front of me. She leans forward to kiss me.The beat increases in volume as a new track begins. A woman's voice begins to. Well after speaking to probably a hundred men and working out who would fit and dealing with some right weirdos, I finally found an Italian chef not far from us. He was making her laugh over message and within four days of talking he asked her for a date. Saturday they went out into the country side to a pub we really like. I asked her if she was going to do anything with him and she insisted she wouldn't. So, he came and picked her up and drove her there and apparently he did not stop talking.