you got Sexxmas cards, use them to sweeten your swap deal!”
Apparently, the currency of the realm (other than their wives) was swapping a Sexxmas card won in previous years’ contests. My eyes kept falling on Dasher’s butt crack as she returned to her spot on the floor, clearly settling in for the next round. Indian Sex All except for Blitzen. Did they feel like they were being disloyal to their wives? I glanced at Mom—Comet—who had her arms folded, a mix of exasperation and amusement on her face. “Clearly, you mean cocktail wieners in biscuits, right?” Eddie teased, raising a brow. Her grin softened slightly, but her tone was insistent. “Nick, I am so sorry. “Alright, fine.”
She turned to me, her tone softer, more sincere. But Eddie wasn’t letting her off that easily. does that explain it, sir?”
My mom called me sir like she definitely didn’t mean it – it was like mocking respect. Sanderson, my neighbor, giggling softly nearby. My dad and Eddie stood there watching, both grinning. Some had blankets, but most, including my neighbor, were sitting right on their pussy lips flat on the hard wood floor.
