Standing at about 5 foot 6 inches she wasn't too small and she sported a B cup breast size. With one hand she cupped her left breast and fondled it li...htly."Jeez, why won't you grow a bit more? Still, I can't complain too much since you won't be getting saggy on me like those big tit bimbos."Lily's brown hair flowed down to a little below her shoulders, a bit scruffy from the inevitable bed-head she had every morning. Taking another puff of her cigarette she stared back into the deep blue eyes. I?m a tranny not a gay.? ?Oh! You mean Beverly and Pauline?s?? ?And Marjorie?s and Delia?s,? finished Daddy Jones. Pauline and my ears pricked up as mummy glanced towards us and Daddy Jones smiled. ?Can we be made bettah?? I asked hopefully. ?I?m not sure my petals,? smiled Daddy Jones as he finished his lipstick, ?I?ll speak again to the doctor. Now you two be good for Miss Jacqueline. OK? This is a very special night out for us. Marjorie?s mummy and we two are. Hoping to be granted asylum." She planted one hand on a hip, and raised a cocktail glass that hadn't existed a moment ago to her lips. The liquid inside might have been some kind of wine, but if so, it wasn't one I'd ever seen. Neither white nor red, it was light blue. "So if you haven't even been granted asylum yet, how'd you get invited to one of these little shindigs?" I offered a faint shrug. "His majesty sent me to live with this family. Suspected the father of plotting against him. Turned. Kelly pulled Goldie up her body and they kissed, their tongues dueling in the air before Goldie dove back into the water.Ding-dong.Harriet answered the doorbell. She took in Lance's tall, broad form in the doorway, his wolfish smile marring his Adonis-like looks. While Millie puttered around the kitchen, Harriet put on her best hostess act, pretending that she didn't know that Lance was really there to see her. She invited the young man into the living room, offering him coffee and cookies..