My Dad and his wife and Mr. and Mrs. Kirk. They were very good looking, and Henry was the spitting image of them both.He nodded at me and I nodded bac... and walked toward them as they all stood."Riley Robert Randall, Jesus Christ! Did you wash each individual skin cell or something?" My dad barked with a smile."This is Mr. Evan Kirk and his wife Mona and their son Henry." "Hello, nice to meet you." I said to each of them and we shook hands."You are just so handsome there sugarfoot." Mona Kirk. He's good; deep down he's good. But are we experiencing overpowering lust, or is there more to it? Is the lust based upon real values, true attraction? How can I know?I've got to talk to Donnie. Maybe she can help clarify my emotions. I've got to get Donnie up here. She'll know what to do, how to react. I don't make any major decisions without my sister. I know that seems odd, but we are close; closer than any two sisters I've ever met. We are like two peas in a pod. When she meets Andrew. She was only about five-two but every inch of her was prime, beautiful, hot - pick a word; she was as pretty as any girl in our big high school. She was a neighbor and a junior. I was a lowly freshman. She was a sub-deb, a member of the highest and snootiest clique. I was nothing but a scrub on the football team and in one advanced math class."OK." I said brightly."I need a favor," she said, shifting her backpack to the other shoulder and thrusting a perfect breast in my direction. My cock. I began to cry. I was never this happy.Mistress Betty then spoke to Mistress Cissy. "Get this slut out of here.Take her down to the basement, and get her into her chastity belt. WhenI get down there, I want her spread eagled on the floor as tight as youcan make it. Get that gag off of her and put in a proper penis gag. Andbe sure when you put the belt on her that you use the biggest butt plugthat we have for it." As Mistress Cissy led me out by my neck chain, I turned to Mistress Nancy, and she.