I changed the subject, asking the girls what they wanted from Santa this year. Of course, I received giggles and several comments from my open ended q...estion! ‘You two are impossible,’ I said, shaking my head with laughter. ‘Oh Michael, you love us, just admit it!’ Margie laughed. ‘OK, I admit it, I love the both of you…’ After returning home and carrying all of my purchases inside the house, the girls asked if I needed help wrapping them. I thanked them, saying that I thought that I would be. When Jackie and I got to the shop, we headed to the clothing side immediately, acting like two giddy school girls. As I was looking for the shortest possible skirts, Jackie was looking over the shoes trying to find the highest heels. Heather stopped by to see if we needed any help and I asked her for suggestions for a top to go with the super short black skirt I found. She found me a sheer red blouse that would go great with the red corset underneath and I went to try them on while she helped. ?The line was rather curious thought.? ?How are you, little pony?? ??????????? Sarah wasmildly curious how someone could think she was a pony, but she figured shewould read the profile, and see if she could figure out what was going on.? She opened the profile, and was intrigued bythe person?s information.? From the profileshe learned that the PM had come from someone in her state, and even close toher city, but out in the rural farmlands.?The person wasn?t too old for Sarah, so she replied. One of the four cots was in use. She hung up her blouse, accepted Frank's help with her bra, and settled back with a sigh. They had half an hour, which should be plenty of time.Frank's tongue went right to her breasts, kissing and teasing them, before trailing a wet, sinuous path down to her bush. She'd been thinning it out; she still didn't quite have the nerve to shave it all off because her husband might say something. Frank teased the curls, and then flicked lightly across the hood of her.