It's Christmas Eve and Kris Kringle's son Fritz goes out with an old copy of The List to find out if the formerly naughty little girls have grown up to be naughtier big girls.
This would probably be our last family holiday, after this year, my sister Heather and I would go our own way. Dad had booked us into a small family hotel on the south coast, for a week of sun and sand. Because money was tight, Heather and I were sharing a room again like we had before Dad had converted the attic space into an extra bedroom. I got an extensive lecture from Mum about respecting Heather's privacy.
Annie's six months pregnant and her first porn film effort wasn't too good. The director gives her a second chance and this time she does much better with the surpises in store for her and with the on-camera fuck.
Max, a lonely traveler, just wanted a beer. Instead he lucked into the night of his life when he hooks up with a beautiful local named Emma. Now the only question is how far the night will take them.
A "Watching Julie" reader asked me, "What about the missing years? Did David have a sister? How come he wasn't interested in his mom?" This story isn't a sequel and there's no need to read "Watching Julie" first, although I hope you will read it. They're separate stories and this one fills in some blanks, that's all. It's pretty short, to boot.
This is a true story about me, my girlfriend and her former lover. He wanted to suck me, I wanted to suck him and we both wanted to fuck her, so a good time was had by all!