(Art by Mr. Peculiar)

It was the night before Christmas and you had finally finished preparing everything for tomorrow. The house was decorated from top, the table was set for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner, everything had a certain Christmasy glow to it and you could be more proud. Now all that was left was to leave the ham marinating an you were done.

You looked around with a proud smile and turned to move upstairs only to bump into your wife, Sue, in all her nearly spilling glory. Her Christmas dress barely able to contain her mind boggling bust.

“Hey, baby, I made you some cookies…don’t worry about the milk.” She said flirtatiously as she held out a plate of freshly baked cookies. Every little movement seemed to make her breast wobble uncontrollably.