It was decided, by our wives, that we would keep the tree up through our New Year’s party. I liked that idea.Now that the girls were four or five ye...rs old, Margaret was almost six, we decided that we would take them with us to the tree farm when we picked out our two trees. Then we would have them cut and delivered to the house on Christmas Eve morning. However, this time I outvoted the wives about something that I wanted to do. Of course, I was smart about the whole election thing and I never. I admired that about him. His brothel was more than simply a way to make money; it was a way to be creative. The girls, the decorations, and the food were all to create his masterpiece. Unfortunately, his perfectionism made him a pain to work for. The dancer he mentioned told me he would pinch the girls whenever they got out of line, no matter how minor the infraction was. If he didn’t like a girl’s posture, thought they were moving too slow, weren’t showing the right energy, he’d sneak up on. Now, from the look of it, Mira was back in my bed. I smiled at that. She reminded me of Marta in a way in that there was strength in her, and a certainty. I knew that she was going to take on an important role in our community. In fact, I knew that all the artisans in our community would take on important roles, once we put Winslow and his goons to rest, and my people had a chance to establish themselves. After all, I’d seen the future. I knew what was going to happen. However, for tonight, I. "Well, I try but, honestly, just like you're doing, I think she keeps me happier than I keep her." Oh, that's not true, Daddy," Jenn said as she kissed me again as her friend moved up and down over while she watched us smiling."You two are so nice together," Jan said softly, "I can't wait to watch you with each other making love." Mmm, I can't either," Jenn said, laughing."Your dad really lasts, Jenn, he's holding up pretty good, I love this, I may even cum first," she said as her hips moved up.