" "You're tall like she is and about the same body type, so most of thatstuff should fit you well enough," she said as she looked me over. "Butyou are...a bit?uh?better endowed than Jeannie in the chest area, so Idon't think you'll be able to wear the bra."I felt my face redden. "Wait here," she said making her way to my door and stepping over thepile of laundry, "I'll be back in a sec. I think I know where to find abra that will fit you."This was just too surreal. Less than an hour ago, this. When we finished our drinks, the house girls said, "Let's take the car to the yacht club. It will fit us all now." I wondered how an old 450 SL was going to carry seven people, until we went down to the garage. Next to the 450 was an old Lincoln convertible complete with suicide doors. The house girls crowded around me and asked, "Do you like it? We bought it just for you so we could all go together. An old man at the yacht club asked us if we wanted to buy it for you, so we did. Isn't it. They will take the 2 of us and see if we could meet their challenge. She told me that she was sure I would love.We had a light supper at 5 then left for the club. I was delighted to see it was an interactive theater where anyone who wants can get up there. They were staging an interracial orgy on stage and my girl wanted to join. The club manager spotted and called to her asking are you ready for my show. I was pleasantly surprised to find out it was her uncle. The 2 of them then let me know. Unbeknown to all, a mix up in the maternity ward of Galion Community Hospital, resulted in the firstborn being called Melinda. Growing up, Amanda gloried in being the firstborn. Little did she know, that Melinda was actually the firstborn. Amanda often introduced Melinda as her younger sister.The twins were identical in all respects. They were honey blondes with the bluest of blue eyes. Growing up, they were cute as can be, and when they reached sixteen, they were drop dead gorgeous with bodies.