When we got home, Lizzie went right to her bedroom up the stairs and I had to carry boxes of dolls up the stairs. As I was walking to room from kitche... to her room up the stairs, I noticed few of things about the Barbie’s. One, the hair on all of the dolls looked silky and real and instead of shiny kind of coarse hair. Second, there was amazing amount of detail in the makeup design. And third, saw bits of a mound in breast area were the nipple would be. I set the box down on the stairway and. He spat onto it, letting it run down onto her asshole, and then he gently pushed a finger in, easing her open. He pulled out and walked to her front, offering her a taste of herself. She obliged, smiling as she sucked his finger. He pulled it out and walked to one of the bags, carrying it off behind her. She couldn’t see what was in it or what he was doing until she felt the cold tingle of lube, pouring over her arse. He pumped it onto her until she felt it running in streams into her knickers. OK?”“Pauline!” came John’s strangled cry.“Sorry, sorry, so touchy! Is that all right with you babe?” and she giggled. “Phew, some people are so picky!”John smiled, unrepentant, “That’s fine,” he replied. “Any idea what’s in his mind?”“He did say to get Tom Forshaw to deputise for you, so it could be for some time, but he wants to put it to you himself.”“His right, I suppose,” he said, and disconnected.The rest of the day was taken by getting Tom sorted out and perfecting the report with Julie.. “Las's amazing cock!” I groaned, something I'd heard our mothers moaning in their hut before. “Lasla! That's... that's amazing.”“It looks amazing,” Pyrriah moaned. “Is she sucking on you?”“Yes!” I panted. “And her tongue is moving. She's so warm and wet.”Lasla slid her mouth off with a wet plop. Spittle spilled down her chin as she gasped, “Your turn, Pyrriah.”My red-haired twin grabbed my cock with her eager hand. She stared up at me, her eyes dewy with delight. Then she pressed her lips on.