Finding a comfortable bench, I watch as they chat with other families who are doing exactly the same as us. The eye candy strolling is plentiful. Even... though my nieces keep me more than satisfied, my gaze enjoys the visual offerings. Looking about to locate Tracy and Rebecca, I find them in a major discussion with two attractive, young girls. Their long shining blonde hair is done in ponytails and flows as they move. Like my nieces, they are dressed in, what I suspect is, their Christmas. I found the lightswitch and closed the door behind me.Damned if she hadn't scouted the place out. There was a chair against the wall, some brooms and a mop and pail. That left plenty of room for us."Why don't you sit down James."I sat down. She turned and faced away from me, then sat on my lap. She split her legs, putting my outstretched legs between hers."It's the zipper. I can't seem to get it down." She bent forward and put both her hands on the inside of my thighs as if for support. I felt. “Should I take this home? I could do it to myself,” and she smiled. “Then I could do it again couldn’t I? Yeah, that’s it. I could do it again and again.” “Umm what’s that?” said her sister who happened to pass by the room. “Do what sis?” Beth Ann, knowing her sister was a religious woman, did not know how to address this matter with her sister said “Umm this is a very interesting notebook, sis, and I’d really love to read all of it. I mean if you uhhh don’t mind me reading it and all.” She. Almost immediately her soft pale breast flesh seemed to have a life of its own and surged forwards pushing the dress open.“Fuck!” Was all that Paul could say as he watched me undress my drunk wife.“You like?” I knew that I really didn’t need to ask as Paul was now sporting a big lump in his jeans and ignoring the TV to concentrate on my actions.Another button was flicked open and Carol’s white bustier came into view. It was clearly too small for her and barely held her huge breasts in place.