I became vaguely alert to the arrival of the gryphon, who had come to take back its chicks. I tried to raise my head up so that I could give some form... of greeting, knowing that it wouldn’t do me any harm, seeing that I was somewhat connected to it now.In spite of my situation, I knew that it was imperative that I overcome my own exhaustion. There was too much work to be done, too many people to tell, too many preparations to be done for what I knew to be a disastrous next twenty-four hours.But. The kitchen was full too. Mrs. Mendoza was standing like a general on a battlefield, surveying her troops. The operation was Christmas cookies, and it apparently required many hands for the effort."Scotty," Mrs. Mendoza said, and held her arms open. He got a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze from the woman who had been like a second mother to him after Mrs. Delgado. "I'm happy you'll be here for Christmas Eve dinner with us." I wouldn't miss your cooking for anything Mrs. M.," he said.Janie was. Both were in high school, very outgoing, and cute. Krystal was a bit heavy, and a bit on the foul-mouthed side, with an obscene personality at times, and almost too graphic. It made me laugh, knowing her and my step daughter (who I could not even get to swear) would hang out. And knowing my step daughter had very limited experience in the field of sex (aside of some interesting conversations, and her conveying all of her friends sordid sexual history to her mom and I), her and the others were. If she had little cute breasts, I'd want to suck on them, so I'll ask her really nicely! And kiss her body, slowly up and up, explore things you haven't before. Usually, I spend quite some time working on her cleavage, before actually kissing the center. Here's a little technique of mine, I've kinda push my tongue inside her bra, in attempts to look for her nipple, but intentionally missing it, until a point where she removes the bra herself and begs for me to suck on her breasts. Now, I.