“Why do you say that?”“You announced that you need to talk to me, rather than just doing it,” she said.“Something happened last night and it... weirded me out,” I said.“What?”So I just showed her. I got the magazine and opened it to the pictures I’d been jerking off to the night before. I pointed to the open magazine.“That girl is somebody’s daughter,” I said, dramatically.She looked up at me.“Duh,” she said.“Maybe that girl is somebody’s sister,” I said, meaningfully.“I doubt he took these. James sighed. "You know we don't open presents until we have dinner and we don't eat until the family arrives. So don't go on with wild tales of time stopping again."Colleen glanced at the TV. Jennifer was watching her favorite Christmas special yet again. Santa's reindeer and a group of snowmen were dancing in a group. "Haven't you gotten sick of that yet? We've watched that every day for a month last year." I never tire of - huh?" Jennifer paused as she stood up ad measured their height. I recall thinking, however, that my wife had been very randy both before and after our sleep.Later that morning we returned to the house where the party had been to collect some glasses we had lent the hosts. Our friends were still there and they, us, and the hosts began drinking some of the left-over booze. We all agreed it had been a good party and the subject got round to which of the guests had done something they would be regretting today. I reminded my friend in a joking way of his. The owner is a long and dark haired girl, with pronounced cheekbones and light eyes, that I had already noticed almost on the first day. Today I saw her hanging out the clothes to dry, wearing only a pareo that barely covered her body and I could not help observing how cute she was, and tender, with those sweet round soft tits and the hard nipples hardly held in by the light tissue. Then she went back inside, but short afterwards, when I peeped down through the shutters, I saw her coming out.