.. to... sorry, have to go,” Cathy stammered as she turned and ran home, the cake still in her hands.When her phone rang, half an hour later, Cathy ...new it would be Tom.“Cathy, can you come round? There are things I need to tell you about Sandra and me,” Tom said nervously. “I will quite understand if you say no.”Ten minutes later, Cathy knocked on the front door. She was greeted by an embarrassed-looking Tom. “Come in, Cathy,” he mumbled and led the way into the lounge. The television was off. We'd deliberately kept her fromthe plan, even though it was going to hurt her, for fear of strainingher love and loyalty in either direction. Raising a hand to gently shushher his eyes never left me. The weight of their contempt almost drove mefrom the room, but I stood my ground - with trembling knees - and heldthe Major General's gaze while he straightened from his chair, squaringhis shoulders like a parade ground martinet."Here it comes," I thought to myself. The Antarctic gale I'd been. My curiosity was fully raised and I eagerly watched the door, waiting for sight of this younger sister. When she entered, I was not disappointed. She entered the room and took command of it with her presence as soon as she crossed the doorway. She was every bit as beautiful as Jane. She looked about five years younger and her hair was a lighter auburn brown and cut in what seemed a very expensive style. Wearing a deep blue figure hugging cat suit with slits around the sides to reveal her. I took a beer from the fridge and sat at his dinner table and sipped it. He started talking with Mike about what Andrea is like to fuck. He acted as if I wasn't there. It was just over an hour before Doug re entered the kitchen. He went straight to the fridge and got a cold one. After he took a big drink Martin asked him if he liked how Andrea fucked. He said yes she was a real slut. Martin told me to go clean her up so Mike could fuck her next. I looked at all three of them before standing up,.