Woody’s parents were not history buffs; they were rabid fans of Robert Anson Heinlein. Google the names plus ‘Heinlein,’ you’ll see... It was ...Christmas Eve, the first after his father’s death, and they were watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas! - the original, Boris Karloff version. When the narrator intoned, “Then he got an idea. An awful idea. The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea!” Star got one, too.She nuzzled Woody’s neck, stretched up and whispered into his ear, “Woody, if we were at. What was the deal? She wanted to find out. At some point, she fell asleep.When she awoke, she needed to pee. She woke Bill getting up and was interested in seeing his morning wood. She headed to the bathroom and sat down. Bill followed her and stood close between her legs. This stance put his hard cock in her face. She loved the view but was curious as to what he intended. He said, “spread your legs.” She did, and he forced his erection down till the head was pointing toward her pussy. He held. Damn few downsides for sure. I rubbed my chin, and gave her my hardest stare."Okay," I said. "I could get my head around that. Tomorrow's Saturday. Wanna go out to eat and maybe see a show or something?" Absolutely," she said."Okay then. One thing though, a question." She nodded for me to ask it."Won't this put a crimp in your relationship with Stephanie?" Don't know, don't care. She's got her jock, I guess. I've got you. He'll be pumping gas in a couple of years. You'll be wearing thousand. Peter was oblivious. "All right," he cheered. "Champagne!"A moment later, Lori was back in the bedroom. "Peter," she said without preamble. "This is Minx. Is it all right if we both fuck you ... at the same time?"Peter's head snapped over, his jaw literally dropping open, his eyes as wide as they could go. Blood drained from his face; his cock had gone into hiding. He was unable to speak."Oh my goodness," said Minx kindly. "He's terrified! Let's get a drink into him and turn that frown upside.