“I hate to tell you Rick, but I need to pee really bad, and if we don’t get up soon you’ll feel my warm love spread all over you and this sleepi...g bag.” She giggled again.“I know the feeling, I feel like I could piss a stream from here all the way to the bathroom.”“Let’s go then before the others wake up and get in there first.” She said as she rolled out of the covers and grabbed my hands.When we got to the bathroom, Brandy told me she could wait, that I could go ahead and pee.“You sit on the. " I scold her. only to have her shrug slightly. "You can't tell me that Ally doesn't have that large ass you had when you were her age." I blush a little in my cheeks. "I still don't look at her that way." Sam picks up her ham sandwich, taking a small bite before speaking again. "Well, all I am saying is she just looks a lot like you at that age." I nod to her, knowing full well she has snooped through family photo albums and have gotten glimpses of me in my youth. "Well, I will admit she is. I have two blank disks for it."As she went to get the cameras, I looked at Matt and asked, "You do remember losing the challenge a few days ago, don't you?" Of course I remember," he replied."I think we are going to start with your son," I informed him.He grimaced as he nodded. I "adjusted" Martha so she would be overly cooperative when she got back.Martha returned with the cameras and Matt, after being "told too" ordered her, "Martha, strip."She looked at him like he'd just lost his mind.. Now that the term was over, though, Christmas was fast approaching. The children of Bare Back Bell, like their compatriots across the city, were excitedly preparing for Christmas pageants, presents and visits with loved ones. The school's biggest concern among the younger kids: would Santa show up sky-clad?The parents had a similar concern. Who would they get to play Santa this year? And how would they disguise Santa?Old Mr. William Beardsley was an inspired choice to play Santa. A naturist of.