Those tiny suits are because you’re here. If it was just me, they wouldn’t have a stitch on.”“Shut up!” Ian gasped. “They run around naked...”“Yes sir,” Jordan laughed. “It’s the burden I have to carry. They run around naked for a while until one of them gets horny. That one will come fuck me and then the other one gets excited and fucks me.”“You’ve got to be kidding me?”“I’m happy to report that I am being totally honest. Jessica brought her sister home one-day months ago. She told me that. "Mora, my name is Mora Reilly," Her brogue even more pronounced."Irish, eh?" Terry asked."Yes, born in Dublin."You can't be a day over seventeen," Terry said, and for the first time in the conversation Paul realized his wife was out to seduce the young girl.He studied the girl. She was small. The top of her head came to the middle of his chest. Her curly brown hair was short, but not mannishly cut, a chestnut brown that smelled of oranges. Her short linen skirt showed off her slender calves,. A teacher-parent relationship in a family situation with a crazy, knife carrying mother was just unimaginable. A teacher-parent relationship with a too fierce, too large, too… it just wouldn’t work. But was that not what that niggling thought at the back of my head had been saying? That strong feeling that I’d been having since that strange, heartbreaking moment when I held them both in my arms? I so wished I could make them happy… but no! That road was lined with ‘caution, rough ride ahead’. I smell the same...." He sniffed. Sniff! He put his hand, then the back of his wrist to his nose, "Am I wearing perfume??" "Moo!?!" "I'm sorry, Eleanor! I'll try not to upset you!" he said, sitting down on the milking stool. "Just let me milk you..." he soothed. And then he muttered, "...So I can get back to being upset..." He thought the negligee got in his way as he sat with his legs spread, so he had to pull it up over his hairy knees. "Wasn't milking cows women's work at one time?" he said,.