Jennifer got a gleam in her eye and then started to play with her nipples, rub her tummy, and finger her pussy. She looked and acted like a twelve-yea...-old gymnast as she moved her body and took up various positions. My wife had never been able to do anything like Jennifer had done. Soon I had to undress. I let Jennifer hold and caress my cock for some pictures, I let her suck it for some more pictures too, and then I let her pose with me while I put my camera on self-timer. She liked the fact. "Probably nobody," she offered. "Or maybe it's that silly television reporter again, doing her breathless survey of the congregation. How do we feel? she asked us. If I told her how I truly felt, it would be the story of the century in this city, I'd betcha!" Answer the door, Frank. Tell whoever it is to go away. We're not at home tonight!"Frank nodded, agreeing with her feelings. He opened the front door, prepared to give anyone there a quick send-off. Instead, he stood gawking, trying to. I held her for a moment, waiting for the sobbing to stop, and suddenly, ‘Silent Night’ was running through my head. I could feel my steely resolve melting like icicles in the sun. The warmth of her body pressed against mine, her soft breasts, her rippled tummy, her mound rubbing against the bulge in my pants, it reminded me of what Christmas is all about – the spirt of giving, or in my case, giving me a hard-on. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whimpered, her face buried in my chest, ‘it’s just that it’s been. Along the way, I picked up the phone and I dialed Simone.“Hey, baby girl. It’s Daddy. Did you get everything cleaned up?”“Sure did, Daddy.” she replied.“Cool deal. Paige there yet?”“Yeah.”“You want me to pick up some pizza for dinner.”“That would be great Mr. D.” Paige yelled in the background. “I want sausage.”‘I bet you do.’ I thought to myself. My mind was pretty much always in the gutter. “What about you, Simone? What kind of pizza do you want?”“Sausage is fine, I guess.”“Alright, baby.