, we have our own problems... , you know." Well... , would you know of anyone I might book who might still be available?"Bruce was silent for a moment... "Well, there is an old guy I heard over at the Bob Inn a couple weeks ago. He's just come out again. Used to be a really good player at one time. Don't know if he plays Christmas music or not though." You got his address?" Yeah, hold on, let me check my Blackberry. Yeah, here it is. His name is Jack Thornberry."The old man came awake. He lay. I had my mouth smacked, knuckles cracked with a ruler, even spanked by her, but the look in her eyes was an all time pissed off look, even for me. She reaches over for her paddle and tells me to down my paints. Holy shit I thought, this is going to hurt. I stood there in a bit of shock so she repeated herself and this time add “Your underwear too”. I undid my belt and unsnapped my paint, pulled them down underwear too. I stood there butt naked in front of her, she took a. Dean took it forgranted because he had always been coming here since he was verylittle.They talked about school and how glad they were that it would beover in three weeks. They also talked about their girlfriendsthat they left behind. "Too bad they couldn't come along withus. This place is quiet with the full moon and all,"said Kevin."Yeah" said Dean, "I agree, but we'll have to do with out them.Besides, this weekend is for us guys. They wouldn't be able toruff it without their hair blowers and. .. OK, but no big deal! I kissed her."They started with medium-sized grins. Those perfect mouths, wide with pearly white teeth, two red lipsticked pairs of lips and those pretty brown eyes staring me down, it was more than I could take. I could feel the crooked grin breaking out on my face.The pretty smiles of my mom and her sister broke into face-breaking, laughing grins and they tumbled into the chair on top of me. Both of them. Giggling and tickling my ribs as their soft and lovely bodies.