He followed her in.She had snow in her hair and on her face. She was wearing white earmuffs, and a big poofy white jacket. Her face was flushed from t...e cold, and she was smiling broadly. "You are gorgeous when you're cold and snow-covered, you know that?" Warren said."Awww. Does that mean you won't warm me up, Snugglebear?" Uh-huh, that's what the tea and hot chocolate are for," Jim interjected as he walked past them. "Merry Christmas, Sophia." Merry Christmas, Mr. Kelleher."She went in to. " Okay, then. I LOVE the dress. Even more if you REALLY like it." She slid up against me and pulled my face downward to kiss me. I kissed back. The dress was tasteful, short-sleeved, and she had a matching sweater to go with it, a concession to the cool temperatures. Make-up? Nothing past the perfume that extended tendrils, beckoning me to her. Those green eyes, the luxurious long lashes, the arch of red eyebrows, I knew that when she walked in, she'd be the prettiest thing in the place.And now. "I was downing a quart of booze every day back then, and I stopped doing that." Mr. Harder does not like you, says you're a wise guy and too damn old, bad for discipline he says, a trouble maker." The young man nodded his agreement and raised one thin eyebrow as he refolded the letter."Not much I can do about it." Buzzy and I had exchanged perhaps twenty words since I had signed a contract."And he's a good baseball man. Everybody says that. You see the piece in SI, the one in the Sporting. I kept thrusting through Amy's orgasms, my own far away still. Both women came over and over, until finally I was close. I pulled out and Amy lay down next to Susan. I knelt over them, feeling like the most powerful man on earth, and came. Thick ropes of cum splattered on the two women, who writhed in delight until nothing dribbled out of me. I collapsed next to Amy, who lay between me and Susan, as we slowly fell asleep.I woke to the sound of the shower running. Susan was gone, but Amy was.