She thought for a few moments and then told me that before the arcade wasrebuilt sometime in the Sixties, she'd been told some time ago by an oldand m...ch valued customer of theirs about an old Irishman many yearsbefore the war, who had run an old junk shop apparently on this very samespot called she thought SRU though she had no idea what it meant.And that it was well known that on every Christmas Eve he would dress upas Father Christmas and stand in front of a sledge drawn by two livereindeer,. I woke up early and walked into the kitchen where I saw my sister-in-law and wife having some coffee, chatting and reading the paper. The kids were already up watching cartoons in the living room. My brother in law was still asleep. I poured myself some coffee and stood next to my sis-in-law as she stood leaning up against the island in the kitchen. After a minute or two my wife left to check on the children and I was finally alone with her, even if it was only for a minute. Not wasting any. I’m forty now, an old lady by some standards, but I’m told I still got it going on!My parents, well really my mom, (Dad just stayed around, I think for the sperm donation and then split Synanon right after) named me Juniper, since she was a flower child, and people have called me Nipper ever since.Being as I’m a bit top heavy, sometimes I get jokes about that but shit, I don’t mind. Mom and I split Synanon after it got weird in ’78, and though she eventually moved to Montana to live with my. Their wives weren’t to happy when they brought it up.Natalie whispered, “I’m so glad the lights are turned on, Maggi, your pussy is so beautiful; watching you two is amazing. Maggi and I responded together, “We haven’t done anything.”Nat replied, “yes you have, you’re about to make me cum.”Maggi leaned back she knew exactly where she had to be so I could put my cock in her, we had done this so many times in pitch black, we knew each other’s bodies by touch, taste and smell.My head slid in her.