The twins weren't tasked with the heavierfood either. Alice and Ashley each carried a pan of steamingpumpkin pie.Aunt Jasmine warned, "Girls, move out...of our way quick!"We scampered aside, making way for Aunt Jasmine and Melissa. Thetwo strong ladies carried the huge roast turkey straight fromthe oven to the dining table in one breath. The aroma comingfrom the browned turkey was simply breathtaking. It's probablythe cranberry sauce. Grandma Serena always insisted on using herhomemade cranberry. Nikita's twinkle in her eyes betray her sexual curiousness for what I might mean with 'my horse'. Fast forward a few years. Nikita still has no hubby, the same hobby, only not her own mare to ride.We casually chat for a minute as she sells me a few packs of my brand of shag and rolling papers.I invite her to use my horse, if she still likes to ride once in a while. Meet me in my studio!The shine in her eyes gives away she also thinks back at our first and only very erotic encounter.I pretend to. He told her, "I never gave you permission, bitch to touch my cock let alone to take it in your slutty mouth!"A shocked and yet very excited Alison asked, "Where did you get the paddle from Tim"From Grandma was his reply and he then went on to explain that Grandma had been aware all along that her husband had been fucking her daughter and she too had been educating Tim, but to be a dominant male not just a mother fucker.Tim made his mother lay on her back and tie a cord to her right nipple ring,. " Ashley turned and smiled. "I guess I was too wrapped up with my career.Now that I'm giving that up I'm starting to look at things differently." Well, I like the change," said Joe as he opened the bottle ofchampagne. "You seem to have changed a lot." You have no idea, thought Ashley. "Well, I just want to say that I like it," said Joe. He poured thechampagne and handed her a glass as she sat down next to him. They gently touched glasses and drank. Ashley cuddled up next to Joe on the couch.