Saturday began with Samantha shaking Josh awake, excitedly reminding him that it was the day that they were going to watch Emily get butchered and collect their order of her meat, along with what Laura had ordered for their special Christmas Eve celebration dinner.

“Pretty sure we have a few hours before her appointment?” Josh sat up and rubbed his eyes, finding himself in bed with his naked daughter while his equally naked wife was either sleeping or doing a very good job of pretending to on the other side of her. He was naked too, of course, at Samantha’s insistence. “What time is it anyway?”

“Nearly six!” Samantha informed him impatiently as if that were practically mid-day.

“And not even Christmas morning!” Josh chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

“We can’t leave it until the last minute!” she insisted. “What if there’s nowhere to park?” Knowing that this was not an argument he could possibly win, Josh decided to take a different approach.

“Okay then,” he suggested. “How about we get up now, have a nice shower together then get a bus into town, find somewhere to have breakfast then look around, maybe pick up some last-minute presents, then we can get the other bus back to near Amelia’s and walk to the butcher, that way we can be there in plenty of time with no need to worry about parking?”

“Sounds perfect, Daddy!” she flung her arms around him. “But what if the busses break down or aren’t running for some reason?”

“Then I’ll get us a taxi!” Josh chuckled. “I promise I’ll get you to the butcher in time to watch Emily getting chopped up!”

“Mmm she’s so yummy!” Samantha licked her lips. “And having her sausages and bacon to go with their turkey is going to make people enjoy me even more!” Josh chuckled and kissed her, stroking then playfully patting her rump.

“Hmm, looks like somebody already tried basting you last night!” He looked down the kneeling girl’s belly and thighs which were liberally coated in a half-dry, congealing and glistening mix of his cum and her own honey. “We’d better get you cleaned up!”

“Hmm, no idea who that could have been!” Samantha giggled. “Must have been an elf chef who snuck in while we were all asleep!”

“Must have been!” Josh nodded thoughtfully. “I, for one, cannot think of any other possible explanation!”


To be continued...