“Yes, Honey!” I looked at them closely. Their faces were flushed, and they seemed to be short of breath. Nipples on both women were straining thei... tops.“Well, at least part of you likes what I have to say. Tops off, now.”The sight was distracting to me, so I made them face each other and play with each others’ breasts. Yeah, that wasn’t distracting, not at all. They were really getting into it when I started talking again.“I control your sex life. You don’t play with each other without my. When she got home, she got a drink and then flopped down in front of thetube. She was still there an hour later, when the front door opened."Hey, Tit. Whatcha been up to?"Rose hated that name. It was her sister's abbreviation for Turtle InTraining, a reminder that her boobs were still small enough to fit in atraining bra.Generally speaking, Rose and her sister, Tara, got along fairly well.But they were sisters, and sometimes the button pushing was an automaticthing. And Rose had quickly gotten. "I did not ruin the hotcakes. They were already ruined." "I don't know," Eb said, looking what was on the stovetop. "It's hard to ruin instant hotcake mix." "Oliver put a suit in it!" "I never tried that flavor! Is it something sophisticated New Yorkers eat?" "Look at it, Eb! It's shrunk!" Mr. Douglas showed him. "Wow!" Eb said, coming closer to see better. "Did you loose weight, Mrs. Douglas?" "Thank you for noticing, Eb. Unlike some people I'm not speaking to." "Eb what are you talking. He was pretty boring to talk too as well, unless the subject was horse racing, or the dogs. For some reason (probably his gambling) Bernie had never been able to find a woman of his own. Well, they’d never hung around for long anyway! So as you might guess he had never got married and consequently he spent far too much time around our place, for my liking, driving me up the wall. Okay, maybe Bernie had never found a woman he could hang onto, because — besides his gambling habits — he was a.