Bitch, take off these jeans and my panties, NOW!' Sally was scrambling to obey on her knees and she had both jeans and panties off in a flash. Kathy r...eached out a hand and put it on top of Sally's head as she lifted one leg then the other. She didn't have to say a word; Sally was now in her role as she helped Kathy get out of the last of her pants. Kathy fell back on the couch and spread her legs, "Here, you two, hold my legs open, and you get in there and start licking!" I guess Marty had been. "Act one?" I asked, shaking my head.She smiled."We just decided on the play last night," I reminded her."It's not like it's an original." Robbie smiled even bigger. "You're just adapting."For just a second I wondered where I could bury the body. Then I bowed. "Madame Director, I know you want to win this time, but as your playwright, I plan to watch the movie a couple times, then let it percolate for awhile. I don't even plan to put pen to paper until at least May." You don't use a pen. You. He leads us to the beach and a modified picnic bench facing the ocean. It is low and has attached seat benches on all four sides. He motions us to use it for sex and waves over other naked bathers to come and watch. One young lady is especially cute with a cupid's bow mouth, long brown hair, generous breasts, and golden brown cunt hair over a delightfully prominent Mount of Venus and pussy slit. I spread my beach towel on the table and motion Cathy to lie on it on her back. Somewhat reluctantly. .. but enough on what Christmas means to me and onto my favorite Christmas memory!Two Thousand Nine marked my twenty first birthday year and my most favorite Christmas. My older sister Danielle was home on holiday from St. Vincent College, and the house seemed to be in order like the olden days except for the absence of Dad who had passed after losing a fight to Prostate Cancer in Two Thousand Seven.I was lying on moms bed in her room watching my favorite Christmas movie, "It's a Wonderful.