A silver choker hung around her elegant neck; her large breasts swelled the décolletage of her mauve satin blouse and her pinstriped navy-blue jacket... the matching skirt clung to her thighs and buttocks. A shapely, nylon-clad thigh peeked through the kick-pleat tailored into the side of her skirt; she had long toned legs and delicate feet, shod in black four-inch high-heels, her red nailpolished toenails encased in gauzy reinforced nylon peeked out of her peep-toe pumps.She smiled at herself in. “Nope. That was a helpful cover, of course. Not that anyone is going to bother with paperwork and legalities. These human laws are rather silly, anyway. After all, even your lawful wife, Tracy, isn’t actually legal despite the official vows and wedding license. You didn’t know that she was your sister at the time, but evidently, her being so invalidates your union.“None of you care about that, nor should you. All of your sisters are your wives, as are both of your eldest daughters now. Your. 'She must have conveyed her intentions to the girls, because they were much less concerned about upsetting Tammy while enticing me.Carrie was precious. She still had much of her baby fat, but her adult shape was emerging rapidly. Her breasts were far behind her sisters', but they were beautifully shaped and tipped with succulent nipples, just made for chewing. She pressed her breasts into me at every opportunity. Often, when I was sitting behind the helm, she would step up behind me and rub her. “Done,” she said. “You want to go get changed?” she asked Suzie.“No,” said Suzie, trying not to frown. “I’m fine. Bobby here seems to like athletic girls,” she said, remembering what Melanie had suggested.“I do,” he said, not quite leering at her. He turned to Tiffany. “You look good,” he said smoothly. “But you didn’t really need to change. You already looked good.”She blushed, remembering the nipple. She almost looked down at them now. She knew they were poking through the tank top. She’d.