Out on the patio, Nils is working on his Christmas cards. Nicole is working on her suntan. “Almost done, darling?” she asks.

“Ha!” Nils replies. “Not even close. At times like these I almost wish I didn’t have so many friends. More than two thousand. My tongue is so dry from licking envelopes.”

Nicole shifts in her chair. Lifts a leg onto the table top. In a sleepy drawl she says, “I know where you can moisten that tongue of yours.”

Ever courteous, and remembering Nicole enjoys having her toes squeezed and her nipples stimulated, Nils pleasures Nicole until her cunt is overflowing with sex juice. It is only then that he goes to his knees and wets his parched tongue.

In the beginning Nils does ten envelopes for each tongue replenishment, but that ratio soon drops significantly. A stiff sea breeze sends many of the cards sailing.

And so it comes to pass that only a small number of Nils’ Christmas cards survive. If you are lucky enough to get one you may notice from the scent and stick of the seal that Nicole too sends her love.