A New Day, A New You part 7 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 7

... address me. “Everything, he did it for me. Devin, Masha, Desmond and Wilma. His wives. His parents. Not to mention a few groups of people that you might just meet one of these days. He doesn’t do it because he can and it’s fun. He sees the problem and becomes Occam’s Razor,” Jun states pulling up more data and I ponder the thought he’s given me. Guy cuts out the problem and leaves it better than when he left and he chooses his clients. He didn’t take the job for the money with the Senator and he didn’t take it for the fun of a Viagra based heart attack. He did it because the situation needed fixing. I was a fat fucking waste and I’m fixed. Fuck me he’s scary. Guy: Christmas morning If anyone ever asks me what is the most difficult thing in the world is I will tell them to live with nine other people and keep a secret. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past two weeks and now I’m up and alert setting up the finishing touches on Christmas. I got all the kids something special and they don’t get a lot of gifts every year, just a few really amazing ones. I’m down stairs drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a blue pajama set that I got our first Christmas with the boys, it’s a tradition to wear pajamas on Christmas Eve according to Rachael and I don’t argue too much with the ladies about little things. I can hear my wives stirring as they would normally but this morning we’re enjoying the quiet and peace before the storm and I’m the only one that knows how loud it’s about to get. ...

... “Merry Christmas,” I greet my wives and watch them get a cup of cocoa for themselves as we sit in the quiet. “You were up early,” Korinna informs me and I nod,” Are we plotting something or should we relax?” “I think we’ll have happy children this year,” I tell them and smile as Kori sits on my lap. Her lips are so fucking soft it’s almost unnatural but after all these years she can kiss me and curl my toes. I’m taking turns with a different wife on my lap and I am giving Mathilda some attention when I hear some thumping and my boys come down the stairs at break neck speed. “Slow down,” their mother admonishes them before noting what they are wearing. My sons enter the living room with fighting pads on their hands, head protection and shin guards. Kori is giving me a pretty good evil eye but I simply smile at her. I watch Murphy raise his fist to hit Connor and I interject. “Boys,” and the world stops for my sons who step towards me quietly,” You think you have those so you can fight each other?” “No Dad,” both answer at the same time. “Why do we have protective gear,” I ask them and they look a little defeated. “Because we need to learn before we can fight like you Dad,” they both inform me again. “Now you two go see your mother and let her tell you the rules for that,” I tell the twins with a smile. Kori is handling the control issue with our sons when Esmeralda pokes me in the arm as I’m sitting and I turn to see my current youngest holding a key confused. I point her to her ...