With the Christmas season fast approaching, the Cummings family had a million things to do. Rev. Cummings had special sermons for Advent, Blue Christmas and the kids Nativity pageant. Then there was the Christmas Day sermon to prepare and choir practice was driving him slowly out of his mind. If that wasn't enough, the Cummings had family to contend with as well.
Rev. Tom's brother, Julian would be arriving with his wife and new baby and the he had to worry about his parents as well. Thank goodness Anne's parents are dead, he thought guiltily. With all the craziness he wouldn't have much time to devote to Kimmy and he really needed to spend some quality time with his little angel.
Rounding the corner he stops when he sees his wife and Kimmy filling vases with poinsettias. Everywhere he looks, he sees red and green. The tree was gorgeous, filled with old and significant trimming from their years together as a family. Some ornaments were from his parishioners and others tokens to his wife for serving the community so devotedly. Kimmy's smile was huge and joyful and she seemed to shine with her own unique light. Her short 5 ft 3 frame filled out a beautiful red dress and thankfully it was low cut enough to make out her exquisite melons.
Kimmy's hazel eyes looked up and when she noticed her father's stare, her grin grew wider and more mysterious. She and her mother had just been talking about where to put their guests and she'd been daydreaming about how to get her uncle to herself when her thoughts fell to her father and there he was. He looked so serious and earnest, dressed in a green knit sweater, his collar peeking out. He needed a haircut, to her mother's consternation, but she'd convinced her daddy that he looked better with longer hair.
Since they'd begun their little affair several months ago Kimmy thought he looked more rested and younger. In fact, many people remarked to her how young he was looking. They asked what kind of vitamins he was taking or inquired about his exercise regiment. She laughed and held her tongue politely acting as mystified as they were over his change.
"Are you going over to the Church daddy?" Kimmy inquired politely, hoping she could have a little time with her father before dinner. "I'd be happy to help you with anything you need."
"Ah ... yeah. Yes I was going to go over and check and see if the sound system is up and running. There was a small problem earlier. I should also take another look at the program before we send it for printing," he explained.
"I could look that over for you daddy," Kimmy suggested. Her pussy was already creaming at the thought of fucking her father in the manger. "Just let me finish this with mother and I'll be right there," she smiled.
Tom grinned and after lightly kissing his wife on the cheek, headed for the front door. The church wasn't usually locked up, but with the pageants and activity, there was the worry of vandals so he made sure his keys were in his pocket before walking over to the church. He'd sent the volunteers home early. With only a couple of weeks before Christmas, everyone was busy and they were lucky to get any extra help.
It was lightly snowing and the few homes that surrounded theirs were lit with dozens of lights. The scene was calm and serene and yet, Tom felt jittery and anxious like a school boy. He unlocked the door and stepped inside to await his loving daughter's attentions.
Even though evening had fallen, he could see that the church had been given a good cleaning and the nativity props looked great. Every pew had a bow and there were fresh pots of poinsettias, thanks to Anne. The decorations were tasteful. The tree wouldn't be decorated until the night of the pageant. Every child would be given a decoration for the tree and the lights would be turned on. Tom walked to the front of the church and checked the furnace gage to make sure it was warm enough for his daughter.
Seconds later Kimmy rushed through the door. She rubbed her hands together to get them warm. Laughing, she closed the door quickly and locked it. She hadn't bothered with a coat or gloves. Her winter boots had a light dusting of snow on them and Tom played with the idea of fucking her in just her boots.
