The straps started out thin and gradually tapered outward as the fabric came down to cover her firm breasts. There was just enough cleavage showing to...convince him she wasn't wearing a bra without making a blatant statement. The length was a relatively modest mid thigh, but with slits in each side that showed a teasing glimpse of the top of her pale silver shimmer stockings. A pair of stilettos that matched her dress completed her ensemble.Cyn nudged him and whispered. "You might want to say. So, I didn't often find it difficult to keep my eyes off them. Besides, in some cases it would have been something like looking at my sister, since I'd known them so long.I started washing myself, with the shower area to myself, since I'd lagged after the others to take practice free throws, a skill I was having problems with. I was about half way through my shower, when I flung back my long hair, then turned to get water on my back. I looked across the shower to see Tiffany on the other side. She was now identical to the doll in every respect. “Get dressed,” she ordered. Slowly, the doll moved to obey, picking up her underwear and slipping it on.She needed a fresh start. Which is where Eve Industries came in. Miranda had come to the shuttered factory a few weeks before, and begun the cloning process using her own genetic material. Though the doll was programmed with only a basic neural network, it would be sufficient for her needs. With a doll that looked exactly like her, faking. Our eyes connected and she determined my intentions, shaking her head in denial as I closed upon her delicate petals."No, Mark," she pleaded, "You mustn't."Ignoring her objections, I covered her juicy lips with my mouth and foraged in her clam, devouring the sweet nectar that oozed forth. My tongue flicked the engorged bud, sending shivers of delight rippling along her spine. I struggled to maintain contact as she wriggled around in a half-hearted attempt to escape. She groaned as her passion.