Any guy would want to fuck her. So anyway, i was at the bank one day and when the teller called me up, it was Gurjit. When i first saw her, i felt mys...lf getting hard. We handled our business and along the way, i would steal glances of her big tits hanging over the desk. I kept prolonging my business so i could stay longer, asking about credit cards and mutual funds. She said that she also handled mutual funds and she was an insurance broker. I told her that i wanted to get a new insurance. The woman with red hair! Merlyne — the name popped unbidden into my mind. She was called Merlyne, and somehow she was here with us — here to help.“Who speaks for you?” asked the leader.“I do.”It was my sister who had spoken, only it wasn’t really Brianna. I looked at her eyes, and was startled; her irises were blazing like fiery shards of ice.In the last few moments, I realised that everything had changed. A power was emanating from Bri and for the first time in my life, I felt true fear.“You. ”“All right.”“Family — you and Auntie Pru and Wandy ... that’s the ribeye steak.”“Hmm.”“And friends — The McGovern and Froggy — they’re ... um ... hash browns! Nice and crispy and salty...”“Birdie...”I held up a palm; don’t interrupt the narrative. “But that wedding — that’s Brussel sprouts. If you know what I mean and I think you do.”“Clean your plate, Birdie.”One change — so subtle that a less seasoned observer might have missed it — was that the Three Mouseketeers were now the Two. .. a lot. Seducing fourteen-year old virgins on their birthdays, no less. Of both sexes. I want to be knocked up at least once or twice by such lucky lads, too. I’m glad that you’ve come around on this matter. And yes, I still want to finish my tutelage under your guidance, Uncle David. Thankfully, that kind of schooling doesn’t interfere with motherhood, which I view as my main vocation.“Well, that and slutdom. Or slut wifedom, as you would say. I particularly want to wake my fourteen-year old.