”“Tiffany loves to fuck a lot too. I mean three or four times a week. I know her parents are very sexual so it must rub off on her.”“My family...was born from open sexual relationships. I have even fucked my mom!” Brad confessed.“You’ve fucked your own mom?! Oh man, I think I’m jealous.”“Yeah, we both have hot looking moms.”“Isn’t it weird that you and Tiffany are blonde and Abby and I are brunette?” observed Brad.“I think I’ll go out and shoot some pucks with Brad and Jake. It would be a lot. He tries to sit up but is too weak to move. She grins contentedly, very satisfied with herself and the night's adventure. "You're welcome" she whispers, and slips away into the shadows. He won't be reporting anything. She'd bet her life on it.The next morningDr Task is in no condition to answer the quiet knock on the door. His legs feel weak and shaky, and his mind is reeling. Memories flood through him the instant he opens his eyes: the sleekness of her oiled black thighs, the flash of her. Edy remembers the rush for the bedroom, the problem she had in getting Paul’s jeans off, of how she spent some time kneeling at the bed and going down on him, Paul having to drag her body across his and wrap his tongue around her clit, sharing in the carnal feast like every good man should. Edy was very happy to find Paul more interested in a long session of love than just his first and very quick ejaculation. In the end two hours and a number of shared orgasms passed by before they could find. And when I saw your lights in the distance I thought I would just wish you a blessed Christmas, whoever the hell you were. So I wrote that note, stuffed it into the empty bottle, and chucked it in your general direction. I didn’t know if it would get there at all. I guess it did.’ I nodded and told her I had found it on Christmas day, and also how much it had meant to me. She softened a bit when I said that, leaned in a little closer, put a hand on my forearm. I began to wonder if she liked me,.