"I'm sorry," she said in her little girl voice, "Are you cross with me?"I told her I wasn't and topped up her drink and went up stairs and ran her a b...th. She stripped off and got into the bath and lay back in the bubbles to relax. I went back down stairs and got supper going.About half an hour later I heard Sally Anne coming downstairs and wondered what she would be wearing. The door opened and in walked every man's fantasy.Sally Anne had on her schoolgirl uniform. She had a white blouse and. At least, not there yet.Of course, his attire and demeanour reinforced his nerd, nut-bar reputation. Worse than his two-inch pant cuffs, worse than his un-matching striped shirts and polka dot bow ties, worse than his regularly mismatched socks were his glasses. Spectacles would be a more apt term because they were a sight for sore losers. The nastiest of schoolmates used sarcasm, which innocent George took at face value, to compliment him on his appearance.The less articulate louts and losers. I took a gamble on black with no sugar and poured a mug for Mel and climbed the stairs heading for the guest room, the door was ajar and I popped my head around to see Mel laying on top of her bed on her stomach still in just her red thong, bless! She did look sweet.I placed the mug on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed looking down her back to her perfectly shaped bubble butt and I was beginning to feel a stir.Suddenly she stirred and twisted her body and ended up on her side with. Apparently it had been privately discussed and an agreement made by the two of them earlier that Lindsey would become the first wife and that Marsha would submit (especially in bed) to her as well as to me. She had indeed showed her willingness to literally do anything in order to keep me.If I thought for even a minute that the women were done, at least for awhile, I was quite mistaken.Lindsey herself was becoming increasingly intrigued with the new and endless opportunities that a very.