” Again, she raised them in the air so that I got a good look at them.“I’m pretty well-behaved Auntie Margaret. I don’t want to be punished li...e that.” I said, worried.The older lady smiled and placed her implements on the sofa where she had been sitting.“Well. Maybe you won’t be punished as much as Melanie here, then, dear. But rest assured – you will BE punished, young man!” She smiled.“And one final thing.” Margaret Donnelly paused.“Yes, Auntie,” I replied reluctantly.“Whilst you are at home. Laurens head popped up and she whimpered. "Wow I have dreamed aboutthat forever." Alecia sniggered. "Yeah well next time it's my turn."The next morning found me doing some laundry by the time the girlsdragged their arses out of bed. I made them a light breakfast and as wewere sitting around Lauren asked, "Well what shall we do today girls?"Alecia cried out, "Let's all go on a girl's day out. We will shop allday."Well Alecia's idea of shopping is we go all over town into every singleexpensive. The next morning we awoke to the cheery voice and face of Mary on our phone, wanting to know what to make for supper. Yaseen woke up slowly and greeted my wife. Later he had to settle for some bar to chew that was already in his suit for his breakfast. We worked to get all the other components anchored and then checked all the units that had climbed the thin cable to see if they had anchored to the platform as they had been designed to do. Two had to be changed a bit but basically the system. Her eyes shone as I fumbled at the waist of her jeans; her mouth was slightly open, formed into a small circle as though ready to receive a cock. She was panting slightly, breathing more through her mouth than her nose. She implored me silently to hurry with her clothing. I finally got her jeans off, revealing sexy silk undies; not sluttish or whorish, just sexy. They were damp with excitement, as were mine under my slacks.I pushed the moisture-darkened crotch to one side, so that I might feast.