They were cared for by George’s staff and after about six months were all healed from their operations.During their recovery, George left them alone...to recover. He was busy with his companies and did some traveling. He spoke to the girls and sent them many gifts to delight them while they recovered.Six months later all the bandages came off and the girls looked like living dolls. They had big breasts and tiny waists. Not an ounce of fat was on their bodies. Blonde haired buxom. "His house backs onto the river so maybe you could meet along the riverside?" suggested Mandy."Yeah, that sounds good," replied Shirley whose insides were churning at the thought of straying for the first time in her married life."I will phone him and get back to you," said Mandy.Mandy phoned Steve and, after they had told each other what they would do to them the next time they got together, Mandy got to the point of her call. "You know Shirley that I work with. What do you think of her?". You're going nowhere near my hole."."We'll see about that... ", I commanded him. Pulled him off the ground and bend him over. Ripped his bleached spotted pants open. Giving me just enough access to his asshole. I pinned him onto the table and fucked him as roughly, hard and deeply as Tony had done in the train home from Amsterdam. And oddly enough I was enjoying it. Normally I was a bottom. But topping this trailer trash had gotten me in a frenzy. I was not going to pull out until I was ready. I met it with my own and we kissed: shyly probing and exploring each other’s mouths. Meanwhile my hand slid beneath her top and up her back, feeling the contours of her spine under my fingers until I found the clasp of her bra. I fumbled with the stiff material, blindly squeezing the two halves of the fastening until, at last, it parted. “You’ve done that before!” whispered Angie, breaking from the kiss. “Not for a while now.” I confessed with a smile. As we returned to the kiss I slipped my.