"The husbands all strip down naked and stand underneath a piece of mistletoe. The wives have to parade around and when the lights turn off, they have ...o stand underneath one of the mistletoe with one of the husbands. When the lights come back on, whichever wife isn't underneath a mistletoe loses an article of clothing." Wow!" I said. "That sounds really fun. Don't you want to play?" Well, one of the girls was telling me that the husbands all try to get really frisky during this game. Like when. “Hey Angela, do you have any plans for next weekend?”“No! What do you have in mind?”I explained to her about a place that my husband and I had discovered near where we lived in Sedona, Arizona. We called it “the spot.”“There’s a river there with a natural sandstone waterslide, lots of sunny spots along the banks, and a great place to sunbathe and play in the water. Do you want to come? My husband and I are going this weekend.”“Sounds great, Gaylee! I’d love to! What kind of swimsuit do I. Stuck my arm up under the pillow.“Can I see your body? I mean,” she rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I can see your chest, but can you pull your shirt up?”“Yeah,” I had to push the computer down to my lap-top, but I pulled my shirt up, and she smiled.“Hm!” ran the head back and forth on her chin, and then her lips, so they were wet, and then she licked them, her mouth opening, and going down.“Ah.”“Shluph, phubp! Hm, can you move the. Nevertheless, she started her van and so I started my car and began following her down the road.At one point, she pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station and I pulled in behind her. I got out of my car and approached her driver’s window…still thinking, at this point, that she was a woman. As I neared her car, she rowed her window down and smiled at me.“How are you,” I asked.“I’m good,” she answered. “My name’s Sasha. What’s yours?”“Hi, Sasha. I’m Kyle.” We shook hands.“I saw you.