”“About you”, she said in a small voice. “I was imagining it was you touching me. I couldn’t believe it when I saw you watching, and now I w...sh… I wish you hadn’t left”. A powerful stirring in my groin brought me back to the present, and I looked down to see my excitement becoming quite visible beneath the thin t-shirt. She followed my gaze, and gave a soft sigh when she saw what was happening. “Am I the cause of that?”, she asked, a rhetorical question if ever I heard one.We both stared as if. Probably not. They don't seem to need them.Aside from their hourglass figures, their most alluring attraction had to betheir faces. So soft and oval-shaped, with perky noses, expressive,emerald-green eyes, full, pouty, moist red-lipsticked lips ... Snap out ofit, soldier! Omri chided himself. By the gods, looks can be deceiving! Theirvery beauty and seemingly utter femininity were weapons of sorts, keepingopponents, real or perceived, off-balance until the trap was sprung, and thefoolish male. Robert rang the door bell, and a moment later someone came to the door, but not exactly who the couple expected. The door opened and they were greeted by the smile of a young lady with large, permed blonde hair wearing a silky, black and white maid's uniform. She thanked them for coming and then gestured for them to follow her into the house. The house was even more extraordinary on the inside, it was clear this was a very old mansion that had been very well kept over the years. The lovely maid. There was another long pause as Monica chewed on that.“You’re having sex with two sisters?”He nodded, sheepishly.She stared and then a tiny smile broke on her lips.“Well, I guess that explains why you can’t marry her. Boy, would that be an interesting wedding. The groom is boffing both the bride and her maiden of honor. Would both go on the honeymoon, too?” She giggled.Bobby just sat and tried to think.“What’s this sister’s name?” asked Monica.“Barbie,” said Bobby’s overstressed mind.“Not your.