“I heard you talking about needing someone who has knowledge of stock car engines. I know a person who grew up around racing cars. This person was w...rking sheet metal, machining camshafts, piston heads, and building engines from scratch by the age of twelve.”“Oh, who is he?” Bob asked.“Have either of you heard of Ben Anderson?”“I have, he’s been around NASCAR Canadian stock cars for decades. I thought he was retired from the racing business,” Ken said.“I’m talking about his daughter, April. When she sat on my lap, I placed my hand on her thigh and she didn’t object. In fact she turned up the flirting a bit more. I didn’t have time to get to all the staff, so I gave her the sack full of chocolates I had for the staff. One of the staff was diabetic, so instead of chocolate I made her a special sugarless blueberry mousse. As the nurse got off my lap, I grabbed her ass. She giggled turned and gave me a love tap, calling me a bad Santa. Little did I know how bad of a Santa I was going. He was still in good shape, with a powerful chest and legs, but his daughters had eyes for only one part of him. Stroking his hard cock with one hand in a relaxed rhythm, Dan took two steps back from the bed and said. “Now, listen to me: You’ll both get your chance, but I want Amy to come and kneel in front of me first.” The girls exchanged excited glances, happy for each other. Amy scampered down from the bed. As she did, she took off her t-shirt so her father could see her small but firm. .. quite a night. It certainly smells like sex in here.”Wait, did I hear that? Naw, my alarm hadn’t gone off, did I remember to set it? I barely opened my eyes and saw Mary and Richard, oh shit, oh my god, “HELLO Mother, Hello father!”“Who are you ... oh god bless America,” my sister/lover said.“Why are you in here?” I asked, trying to change the topic.“It’s eight am. We should be on the road, but somebody didn’t set his alarm,” mom said, in her typical pose of hands on her hips.“Kids,” mom.