."She pulled me back to her breast, holding my face against her and stroking my hair."Yes James, I want you to play Santa for us tonight. If you do a ...ood job, I will give you a special present when we get home tonight."I put up a fuss, complaining about rug rats, smelly costumes, and such but the more I thought about it the better I liked it. Here was my excuse for not putting up with all the boring spouses and their boring talk. I could 'Ho! Ho! HO!' it through the night and not have to worry. I don't know who paid for the studies, but I saw a sort of documentary on TV once. It said if a kitten's mother doesn't teach it to kill and eat mice it won't learn by itself."I was just like you for a long time and thought all cats knew it instinctively. I learned better when I was just a kid working in a feed store. Now there was a place for attracting mice and rats too."The owner had cats and he took care of them. He's the one who convinced me the kittens had to learn from their mothers. I. Peter took me to her house on Thursday morning, to Maggee he thanked him, Peter collected some tools, and told me what he was interested to put the aside to collect them on Sunday afternoon, All Thursday morning we were in the attic, Maggie was making 3 piles to keep, for charity, to throw away, I told her that she could sell some of the staff at a local antique or second hand store, we will do that Friday morning she said. At the end of the day, she said we can continue tomorrow, let's clean. I reached down between my legs and ran my fingertips along the underside of Adam as he thrust towards me. I increased the upward pressure until with one thrust I sent Adam deep into Missy. She cried out and then pushed back burying him deep inside her. They built up a rhythm with our mounds touching on the upswing. I was thrusting against Missy, grinding our pubes together while Adam pounded into her from the back. Our sandwich got sweatier and sweatier with everyone moaning, groaning and.