Well, she was a growing child so what would you expect, but even Olive could see that in her ill-fitting clothes her daughter resembled some kind of f...cking Turkmenistani in a Russian refugee camp. Olive, on the other hand, probably looked more like one of those nuclear fall-out victims in Jordan or Palestine. Only her wounds didn't come from some fucking big mushroom cloud.Olive lifted herself up onto her knees and felt the start of a bruise growing across her cheek. Her face had only just. She had shortened and shortened the presentation. More photos, graphics, less words.My sainted mother chipped in, “You’re good-looking, Birdie Brewster, a real crowd pleaser. They’ll like you on sight.”Auntie Pru said, “Check your zipper.”Ms. Sloan nodded, “On my list.”Monday night, the eve of the G-Day presentation. I realize, looking back with 20-20 foresight, that the Sisters and Ms. Sloane and Trish had planned the dinner to take my mind off the impending Annihilation.It was some sort of. Shay walked in and closed the door behind her "You look like you liked it." I heard her say. I stood there listening trying to see what was going on."I did a little." Aniya cute sweet voice sauce. Just a little though?"Take that gown off now." Shay yelled. Was she about to try to whoop her sister?Next thing you know I her a bang followed by moans. The moans were loud and sexy and I wanted to see why there were there.I hurried and opened the closet door and almost shot another load Both sisters. I didn't just dive in and begin munching like some young high school kid on his first experience eating the peach. I wanted to tease her a bit... make sure that she was good and juicy before I sopped up all that sweet goodness! With a stocking-encased thigh on either side of me, I picked one to kiss and I kissed my way up her silky soft inner thigh until I got a couple inches from her pussy then I quickly switched to her other legs and began kissing my way up that one. She whimpered and whined.