I walked into the living room and saw Phil and another woman. Then looking again, I recognized Cynthia as the woman. I said, “Hello Phil and I belie...e this is Chy, nks ... or Cynthia as I call you. I hope you don’t mind if I call you that as I know I cannot do justice to your proper name.”“Please call me what you can. Cynthia ... I like that name, I may use that name from now on. It has a very nice sound to it. Thank you for that name. I wanted to apologize to you in person for my uncalled-for. "Oh, that feels good, she murmured as she reached around and grabbed Buffy's ass, and pulled her to her. She then began to move her hands over Buffy's smooth round ass cheeks. She felt so good. So warm and soft, and firm.Dawn stood there watching, and smiling. She felt hot now and her pussy was wet.Willow and Buffy moved over to the big wood kitchen table. They kissed again, and Buffy sat up on it and spread her legs wide.Dawn began to rub her pussy through her jeans.Willow got down on her. I soon excused myself and returned home. I began reading Wassermann’s stories about sisters, but it was too depressing. I didn’t need realism. Perhaps there was something lighter.*“Sir?”“Yes, Josef?”“There is a telephone call for you.”“And?”“It is Frau Anderson.”“Ah.”“She says she must speak with you.”“I don’t understand.”“I think she is asking whether she can come here.”“I see. Yes, whenever she wishes. Tressler visits, why not Louise?”“I will tell her.”Josef reported that she would be here. She kept her shorts on over her bikini for the same reason that Tony was wearing a one piece. Some bikinis are for dry sunbathing rather than wet swimming. Sure enough I, well, we all saw the red discs appear under her bikini. Cheryl clearly figured that was acceptable but a see-through bikini bottom probably wasn’t. I was the only one who might have been excited by it and I’d seen that already; but the others might have thought it impolite to show her bush to all and sundry.Later we sat in the.