Cindy and I had fallen in love, as deeply as Beca and me or Donna and me. As completely as Em and me or Rachel and me. As much as with any member of m...y pod—our pod, shared together.I continued to hold and stroke her breasts as we kissed and moved together. Cindy pushed away to give herself room to breathe and I saw her begin the random head tosses that indicated her climax was approaching. Then I felt the tongue trace my balls and continue up into Cindy’s crack. She gasped and worked herself on. It had slipped my mind as a lot of things did recently.I knew that I had taken care of presents for Thia, Jon, Mica, and her kid via Amazon, which might lessened the significance of any given date. I had asked them all what they would like, then ordered it when I was last home. At least I had been smart enough to recognize that I might easily forget something. I hadn’t expected it to be as large a thing as Christmas. I couldn’t even call to wish them a Merry Christmas, because I was afraid of. She continued her downward motion until she felt the top of his boxers. She traced her fingers along the waistband of his boxers, then, as his fingers began to trace around the leg opening of her panties, she slid her hand into his boxers and fully over his hard cock. At the same time, my brother moved his fingers directly over her panty covered pussy and gently started to rub her.My wife started to slowly stroke his cock, while he did the same to her pussy through her panties. After rubbing. You see I am a 58 year old writer and my third book made the top of the best seller list for the year. It sold an obscenely large number of copies, and was made into a movie. Also the movie won an Academy Award. As the old saying goes, ‘My shit didn’t stink.’ I was signed to a five book deal for an advance of about $3,000,000 with the movie rights selling for even more, including a percentage of the box office. I was rolling in clover. Yep, I was a happy camper. And in pretty good shape plus.