I stuck my head in slowly, trying not to be seen. Monica was lying on the bed on her stomach. Her high-heels removed, she was stretched all the way o...t with her face looking away from me. Her dress was pulled up just a little where you could see the tops of her stockings. Her arms by her sides, Bryce was slowly massaging her shoulders and back. He was sitting on the very edge of the bed, and as I watched, I felt my appreciation for him increasing as I noticed he had done only as much as I had. Nevertheless, we enjoyeda few more goodnight embraces, hugs and kisses and then she finally wentoff to her room. As I drifted off to sleep I began to wonder why weneeded real women, when those like Elisabeth are so much more fun andresponsive.You can hit me for that remark, if you want.Liz went off to church that Sunday morning as usual, leaving me alonewith our attractive German lady guest. When Liz closed the front door tosignal her departure for church, Elisabeth finally emerged into. A loud, deep voice that resonated around the walls of the various chambers and filled Cindy with trepidation. "Ho, Ho, Ho," It boomed. "Ho, Ho, Ho." The tinsel relinquished its hold on her, allowing her to descend from the dizzy heights of pleasure to which she had ascended and, having regained her composure, Cindy, fanning her flushed face furiously with her hands, continued her trek through the imitation snow, following the signs 'To Santa.' A trio of tiny elves appeared, smiling. I wasn't sure whether to stay or leave. I didn't do anything wrong but would Jen see it that way. I was out of the way so I decided to stay.The three women got up and were dancing with the rest of the group. Seeing Jen smiling made me happy. After a couple of line dances they sat down. I watched some local guys asked them to dance. I almost felt hurt seeing Jen in the arms of another man. What the hell was wrong with me?They were just dancing, for Christ sake. No one was doing anything wrong. I.