Christmas dinner."Do you think we can manage something close to a Christmas dinner, Stoney?"He smiled. "Yeah, I think we can do that, in a restrained ...ashion." Turkey. Little one. With dressing. Those mashed potatoes you do. I like 'em. Mom and Dad will. Something vegetably. Something saladish. And a pie or two. We both do it. I take the credit," I giggled."I'll let you," he said.A tree. "Real tree," I said. "Did you do one last year?"My Stoney shook his head in the negative. "No. Not just for. They shined in thelight and zipped as Timmy struggled, his blue satin ankle strap five-inchstiletto heels slipping on the limo's carpet now in tip toe as he gaspedto wriggle loose, but to no avail as the man then began to rhythmicallyrub Timmy's crotch deeply in and out, in and out, working the slipperynylon against his silky and slippery nylon slips and the ultra tightwhite paneled girdle briefer that had tucked his puckered crotch into atight "V" shaped slit! Timmy grunted and struggled but. ”“So how many would be too many?”“I don’t think there’s a good answer. All you can do is do what’s right at the moment and consider that your decision made sense at the time. Can I give you an example?”“Sure.”“Let’s say your magic number is four, just for argument’s sake. You’ve been with Jocelyn, Emmy, and probably Nancy, or you will be. That’s three. That means that if you don’t marry Jocelyn, Emmy, or Nancy, you’ve hit your limit and you HAVE to marry the next person you sleep with or wait. I love my parents and we get along great, and all things considered I’m happy here. They give me lots of space and don’t nag me about dating, or anything else for that matter.I’m just a little bored, that’s all. And horny. God, am I horny. Now might be a good time to describe myself. I’m medium height, a true blonde with green eyes and a nice smile, except for a slight gap in my front teeth. (My ex used to say he actually found it attractive, and I think he meant it.) My ex and a couple of.