At least they were until they took their knickers off. Anyway, Mrs Brown knew that she was on the back foot here and so simply asked, "Shall we take a...look at the car?"Lauren nodded her head and said firmly but amenably, "Okay. Follow me."Lauren led the way through the hallway, into the kitchen and then out of an inter-communicating door into the garage.Mrs Brown smiled as she followed Lauren. She could see she was a slim girl and with rather gorgeous legs. She thought she looked rather like. “For example, doing away with the ridiculous class system, hereditary titles, and the privilege that goes with ‘nobility’. We certainly don’t need a ‘bunyip aristocracy’ here in Australia!”“But surely, you can understand the need to ensure the right people are in positions of control; those with the right breeding, education, family background. Otherwise, who knows what’s likely to happen? You’ll end up with any common person trying to run the country!”“So, you think that someone, irrespective. You can create some variation of it as you are comfortable with where you live. I think that’s why you are really here and we will help you. That includes not just this week but when we come down for the Holidays, we can help with establishing the expectations. You just have to decide what it is you want to give and in what form. The receiving part … well, those two men love you so much, that shouldn’t be an issue.”“It won’t be an issue. I can see that now. I didn’t know what I wanted exactly,. . . I'm not a . . . a . . . oh, I'm so close, uh . . . OOO!" With that last utterance, Catherine went rigid and her breathing became shallow and rapid. Her orgasm lasted for about ten seconds and then her body relaxed and she slumped into a chair.When she looked up, she said, "I've never done anything like that before. I hope you don't think that I'm a . . . lesbian!" Well, I certainly hope you're not a lesbian," I said, trying to inject some humor into the situation."Neither have I," said.