My wife Donna and I didn’t have any big plans for Thanksgiving. I was going to try to get some work done at home, and she was going to decorate the house for Christmas.

Our friend Rachel called the Monday before Thanksgiving to say her husband had to work through the holiday, and she wondered what we were planning. Donna invited her to come over and help with the decorating.

I was so involved in my work I hadn’t noticed that the laughing and giggling in the other room had stopped. Nor had I heard someone sneaking up behind me to pull a sweater with herself still in it over my head. I nearly jumped out of my skin. It took several seconds to realize my head was buried between my wife’s 40DD breasts. “Have we been distracting you?” she asked.

“You are now,” I... Read More