Phil and me might have been chalk and cheese, in personality as well as physical appearance. But with Polly around, to pour oil on troubled waters, th...re were never any serious disagreements between us. Well except much later concerning Polly, but I'll come to that in a while.Yeah, as kids Phil and I went at it now and again, but I can't recall that we ever resorted to fisticuffs. Polly made sure of that; she always did have a weird sort of hold over both of us lads. And to be honest, most of. After reading Uncle Bunny's journals, ones that he'd started writing from about the eighth grade on, I knew he had wanted to lead a different kind of lifestyle than his father had lived. My Dad had been his first acquisition, the first step towards Uncle Bunny's attempt at implementing his own management plan.In Uncle Bunny's plan, he was going to gather to himself a group of seven or eight good minds, and then convert them into people capable of helping him run the company when the time. Jane’s breasts were tender, she whimpered as Suzy gently washed them, then she parted her legs as Suzy moved down the wash her cunt.“You were fantastic,” Suzy said, “the things they did to you, the v******e of your orgasms, l was so jealous of you.”“Why?” Jane whispered, “not you…didn’t they do it to you?”“Oh no,” Suzy smiled, “l told you they wouldn’t be bothered with me, oh l had a couple of fucks.”“But l saw you….with Brian,” Jane said.“Oh that…yes, well the poor man was wanking watching. I felt a hand on my left breast. He cupped it gently before rising it upwards and then letting it fall. I actually liked that. The other side of the bed moved and my senses told me that two people had climbed onto the bed. My other breast was manhandled. Once more, I hoped it was her.Both of my hands were taken and lowered to my side. In my left hand, I felt a semi-hard cock. I hoped that in my right would be a something slippery when wet, but I was presented with another cock. I pulled on both.