I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. There was somemannish attributes there if you looked, the narrow hips, flat chest, alittle too fir... a jaw. I wasn't a beauty queen, but the full effectwas shockingly feminine. I should have looked like a guy in makeup,but I didn't. I was slim enough, and everything I wore was chosen tobe casual, but unmistakably girl's clothes, combined with the jewelryand the makeup, and I looked like a boyish girl, a little on the tallside, with slightly. Do you know her bra size?”I did know that: Zoe was a 34B. “Ah, 85B,” she responded, translating the size into the European equivalent. “How tall is she and how much does she weigh?”I was pretty good with metric conversions, so I replied slowly (so I could double-check my maths): “She is about 1.60 metres tall and weighs about 55 kilos. She’s fairly slender.”Martine was about four inches taller than Zoe and much more curvy, but as I described Zoe, she smiled. She then shouted, “Nicole!”After a. ”What?Diana got up, turned to face Faith, and climbed on my face. She had taken off her panties and I was officially in a threesome with two of my own biological sisters.I may have dreamed about this a few years ago, but I never thought it would happen.Diana tasted nice, so I stuck my tongue as deep as I could, making her squeal in the process.It was so loud, all three from the adjoining room, came through the door.“Richard!”That was my brother!Claire giggled loudly, getting Faiths. The old man commenced rubbing my wife's soft hips right in front of me…Then his hand also covered her belly, just close to her barely exposed labia.Ana closed her eyes and suddenly she let out a soft moan.Without stopping, the man asked her if she liked his touch. Ana moaned a yes with her eyes still closed.The man kept on rubbing my wife's bare belly. Suddenly he stopped and stared directly at her covered boobs. He ordered her to take out the tight pullover and show him her nice round tits.Ana.