..Fortunately, before we left New Orleans, once James convinced me to lethim come, some instinct I didn't understand had told me to get him tobring so...mething with him, something that would be very useful here.A guitar.So I tuck the three spirits inside myself, (don't ask. Really.) and letJames get ahead of me and start playing.He's actually not bad. He won't be filling stadiums anytime soon, but hecan keep a tune while walking, which isn't easy.And Woodstock responded to his music.The entire. "Well, if I am, I wonder what Santa is going to give me?!"We headed towards the members only area. Going through the door, thankfully no one was in there but for Santa, who was sat on a padded bench in the corner of the room.Zoe turned to me and said, "Take a seat opposite and keep an eye on that door. I doubt this will take long," she winked.Walking towards him, the look on his face it was like all his Christmases had come at once."Aren't you glad you dressed as Santa tonight, eh," she said to. .. you know ... that night. I have to pee, I hope that’s ok.”“Mm huh” was all Sandy could manage.Her hands stopped, with one still in her slit and the other one, the one that was in her anus, quickly pulled out and holding herself up against the shower wall. She removed the other hand from her slit to balance while she washed her finger off from what she didn’t want to check. Then she turned around to wash her butt crack and finally wash her other hand. She was rather miffed that Randy came in. I found this surprisingly satisfying; this voyeuristic way of 'participating!'Then again, there were other times where I would refrain from any and all masturbation until AFTER Duane was finished, and then I'd kneel on the bed between my wife's legs, and proceed to jack off on her tummy; knowing all the time as I prepared to ejaculate my seed, that Duane's was deep inside of her pussy---but that merely excited me even more, and as I came at last, my wife, Duane, and I, all three of us, would be.