They’re identical and they are very lovely too.”Stevie said. “I’ve met them, and they both hugged me until I had tears in my eyes, I was so ha...py.”“Come with me Isabel, and I’ll introduce you to them.”“Jerry, it is so hard to believe that earlier today, I left Nashville, Tennessee, skinny as a broomstick, and now I am in Nevada among all these beautiful, sexy young women who walk around naked as if there’s nothing wrong with being naked in front of a man.”“Do you like being naked with me, and. I very softlyand slowly muttered, "Yes."As Pooja had taught me, I slowly raised my Lehenga a little bit so Icould walk and then I started to walk to face my destiny, to getembarrassed, to get humiliated, to get doomed and to get married to mybrother-in-law who was a man. I would have gone on and on but now wasthere any option? so I lowered my eyes and moved slowly. Pooja and Nainawere on my either side and were helping me to move along. As my eyes weredown, so seeing the floors, I could sense. She certainly was a sight to see. That perfect adorable face, from her freckles to her blushing round cheeks was just begging to be slapped, her short chestnut brown hair aching to be pulled, those trademark black spectacles demanding to be coated with her future master’s sperm. Your eyes trailed down from her face to her rather impressive breasts, which were of course completely concealed by her heavy sweater top. You guessed she had C or even maybe D cup breasts concealed behind the bulky. Marge was late 30s and obviously the instigator of this adventure. Her friend Marie was early 30s. Both women were married and, how can I put this, passed their slim best. But they were well dressed and Marge in particular was eager to meet Randy.I took them to the play room and I think Randy recognised Marge as he ran up to her, tail wagging. “I will leave you to it” I said “if you need anything just yell”. “Oh you are not staying?” questioned Marge but Marie said they would be fine. I left.