Somehow, I had to wiggle out of this mess."Well, maybe we could work out some kind or a solution to this...uh...situation!" I offered."My sister and I...have already worked out your solution Jeff, come up to our bedroom when you're ready to accept your fate."At this point, I knew that the sisters had conspired against me. Mary had to have known where her cum splattered panties were and took them to her sister. I seemed to have no choice. With a sigh of resignation, I made my way up the Roberts. As I went to move along the aisle she pushed her trolley across mine blocking it in. She smiled at me. "You look like you're looking for something," she said."I'm told supermarkets are a great place to pick up women," I said, "would you know anything about that?" Tricia said you had a sense of humour." She peered at the bottles in my trolley. "You'd be better off going for a Chilean or South African," she said, "you're really paying for the label with those." I don't drink enough wine to bother. . no, of course not!" But I couldn't deny that riding my bike DIDfeel strange with my new crotch. It was a sensation I knew I would haveto get used to in the upcoming years. I sighed noticeably."What a sweet day! My greatest rival is now stuck as a teeny-bopperchicky and I'm free to dominate this race! Hell with this ring, I couldbe king of pro supercross and motocross! Why should I stop there? Icould even become the king of the world!" He looked towards the skies,imagining the possibilities,. Perhaps she wanted to ask me from where I had got the flowers. But she could not bring herself to ask; she was quick to see the bold intentions with which I had scattered the flowers on the bed. So she did not ask anything. She wiped her face with her towel. The towel was wet and she was looking all around to find a place to hang it. Finally, she hung it on one of the window-bars. Then she turned around and looked at me. I went up to her and, putting my arms around her thighs, I lifted her up.