She even suggested that she take part, if possible.As it turned out, it was not possible. There were just too many demands on Denise's time with the r...pidly approaching wedding. So I found myself making the call alone.I listened to her phone ringing, once, twice, three, four times. I almost hung up. I might have ruined everything by hanging up when her father answered, but I managed to keep my composure--thanks to Denise's early pep talk on handling fathers.I cleared my throat and asked to. " Kenzie said as they both giggled in that cute little way they did. Their bright emerald green eyes looking at me. Kayla had her scarlet red hair hair pulled back in a her trade mark ponytail while Kenzie wore hers down.The only thing better then her adorable face, that made her and her sister look younger then they where, had to be the two, well four between them, nice full breast that hung beneath them like rip fruit ready to be plucked that showed they where far from a little girls anymore.. Before I applied it, though, I needed one last taste of her little puckered hole. I licked her slowly and with love.“God, you really like that, don’t you?” she sighed.“I have thought about licking your arse on and off for twenty years,” I told her, and it was true. From time to time I had thought about what I had missed out on with the girl in the frumpy brown uniform. And every time it had ended up with me licking her arse. Now I had had that great privilege and she had no idea how much it. Obviously, I was referring to the two bottom bitches, and possibly their switching friend."Grace's motherly instincts were now in high gear and she was getting very irritated at Marion's attitude. "Listen here, Marion, or whatever else you've been called. These two 'bottom bitches' or 'fresh meat' as you call them, are my daughter, Linda, and her best friend and my surrogate daughter, Carol. You will treat them with respect or you will become my 'fresh meat'!" Oh, it looks like we have a lively.