‘Hi Patrick!’ She called out. ‘Hi, Karen. What’s up?’ ‘Oh, we are just going to a movie.’ ‘You look different.’ He told her. ‘My M...m got me some contacts, and she cut my hair differently. Do you like it?’ She smiled at him. ‘Yes, I do. You look really nice.’ That was it, Patrick handed the change to Ray who glared at him. Then he saw Ray turn to her and say something, he looked angry. Karen flushed and looked down, then he started the car and did a huge burnout off the lot, sliding the car. “Because you’re too damned young,” I answered.“No, we’re not!” I heard from two mouths. “We’re almost as old as Katie!”Heck, I guess I could have argued all day with my little sisters, but I doubt I would change their minds. “Katie has curly hair on her pussy,” I stated. “Do either of you?”“I have hair,” Kathie replied shyly.“I have curls,” Katia pouted. I refused to answer. My intention was to cover myself up until Katie released the bathroom, but the two pajama-clad girls were sitting on. I smiled and pulled her to my side. She willingly came in to my arms. I could barely hug her voluptuous body. I pulled her face and placed my lips on hers and started kissing her passionately. She responded fully and soon we were clawing at each other like animals on heat. I pressed her on the sofa and my left hand went to the hen of her kaftan and pulled it over her waist exposing her full felinity in the bright light of the room. She was totally naked beneath. Clean shaven well creamed thighs. Understand, he was the first male of his generation, and by pre-WWII laws, he would be the inheritor of all the family owned. He would have to assume the Family name, rather than Mine, but he was the king honcho.I don't think I have ever met a kinder, sweeter, person than Moto, unless it was Kyoko, the middle sister. She was several years older than Bunji, and they could not have children. Moto became my friend for life, and Bunji grudgingly came around to the Gaijin (foreigner) defiler of his.