She wasn’t in a devoted monogamous relationship and was determined to sample and satisfy her urges. On the outside, in public, she was in control an... happy. But, every once in a while, there was a gleam in her eye.Jen wasn’t a liar; had I asked her what she was up to, I was pretty sure she would’ve told me. And if I was the type to ask for details, I’m sure that would’ve been no problem either. But she more or less just avoided the topic of what she did when I wasn’t around and that was good. “Works for me, Dad. To that end, I sold off my liquor stores and I hear that Michelle sold your bar,” I recalled.“Indeed, that will help toward our goal. We’ll more than recover that wealth and then some once we’ve built our new community and can pool our resources. In the meantime, it gives us more time to do that and also to raise our family and ... do more pleasurable pursuits,” Karen observed while bending over for my cock.“Here, let me have that!” Michelle shouted as she parted Karen’s. "What the hell is that?" I asked knowing damn good and well what I had grabbed a hold of but preparing to play things off if things didn't go right. Surprisingly Glen pulled his shorts to the side and said, "That's my cock your stroking?" "You wouldn't mind if I sucked it, would you?" I said. Glen grabbed his dick and guided it toward my mouth and softly said, "Here, open up." I felt him slide it in and closed my mouth around him, when he moaned, "oh yeah!!" My dick instantly became hard. At least, that is what she had told Eric. At first, when Eric was dating Shelly, the garments were mild, such as a t-shirt with snoopy dressed as Santa or a pair of red plaid polyester dress pants. However, after they got married three years ago, the 'wearable' gifts he got more crass and risqué, such as a pair of Spongebob Squarepants boxers with his long nose centered over a certain area. Last year was even worse.Shelly and Eric had spent Christmas with her parents and one of the first gifts.