Carlos and Brandon were now roommates. ‘Hey! Right on time.’ I said, ‘Have a seat.’ ‘So what’s up Steve,’ Carlos asked. ‘You look nice... Are you sure we aren’t celebrating something?’ ‘I just wanted to get together and have a good time. Ready for some fun?’ ‘What did you have in mind?’ Brandon asked. I looked at him and Carlos, debating on how much to tell them. I didn’t want to lie to them, but I couldn’t really tell them what was going on either. ‘Anything you want, you just say the word.’. ‘That’s it. You’re outta here. Beat it, you drunken bum,’ said the bartender pushing him out the door. It was snowing and it was then that Tyrone realized it was Christmas Eve. This was the first Christmas that he wasn’t with his children. How could his life go so bad so quickly? He thought he was having his American dream. He thought he was eating his slice of apple pie with a dollop of vanilla ice cream on top, but he wasn’t. His pie was poisoned and his ice cream melted. Those thieves on. She was very hesitant being naked in front of my friend for the first time, remember the grew up together but never had anything going on, but with a bit of prodding from my side she got up and slowly walked away from us showing her back and butt, she then stopped hesitated for a second then turned around showing off her 36C and half shaven pussy. Then slow walked around the table passing by both of us making sure we see every bit of her and came to sit down. She then said we must now also get. "Man," I groaned, stretching my back, "I think I deserve a vacation." Sorry, Dad," my daughter said. Seeing her sweet smile, I felt suddenly reenergised - or was it something else? As I picked up the bucket of paint, my daughter came walking over to me. "Put that down," she said, "I think we've had enough work for a day." Gratefully, I put it down and went over to sit on the plush sofa. I made a big production of arranging the cushions, then laid down on it. I surveyed our handiwork - only the.