Another thing of interest was that their hair was all about the same length, cut about the same, and curled about the same too. The more I studied the... the more resemblance that I saw.Miss Morris said, “Lovely, aren’t they? Their mothers are sisters, they have the same father, and they were all born just days apart. They could pass for triplets.”I agreed that they were indeed lovely. I took some pictures of each girl by herself but the three of them made for much better pictures. I arranged. A trickle of sweat dripped down my back. I practically ran to his house. I pounded on the door with both hands. He opened the door and grinned, “What a nice surprise Delilah, would you like to come in?” I shoved past him into the room. As soon as the door shut, I slapped him as hard as I could, and ripped his shirt open buttons popping off. I raked my nails down his chest and grabbed his cock through his pants. “Damn sweetheart, I can’t tell if you are mad or horny.” I screamed, “Both you. She did not need asking twice and sat on his lap. He put one arm around her and rested his other hand on her thigh. She smiled at him. “You are a very pretty girl. Have you been a good girl this year?” She did not want to fall into a trap especially as he was already caressing the soft skin above her stocking tops. “No Santa. I have been a very naughty girl this year.” He squeezed her thigh. “That’s what Santa likes to hear sweetheart. Good girls are so boring. Now tell me some of the naughty. Weeks go by, we got to talking about relationships, Auburn knew my wife was terminal, she apologized for reaching too far, but Auburn then said she might need a ride home tonight, because there was to be a snow storm and his car wasn't working. I said sure, and went about finishing my night tasks. Unfortunately, she chose to walk home, because the storm hadn't yet started. She hadn't acted offended, never brought the matter up.10 or 11 months later, my wife had passed, and I left the store with.