." I replied quietly in an even tone. "But ... we're sisters! Mom and Dad would be furious, and ... it's just wrong..."Jackie was quiet a moment, her ...mile fading to a pout. "Oh ... I just ... I like what we did, Penelope. Like ... I think about it a lot. It was fun ... I guess you didn't like it..."I was torn by the sadness in her voice. It was almost like someone had stolen her puppy. "No ... I did ... I did, Jackie. Like ... yeah, it was good and all ... I just don't know if it's okay,. ‘I’m at the clinic. I can’t just masturbate.’ ‘Elijah, I’m at work, I can’t discuss this right now.’ ‘Well what am I supposed to do.’ Her voice goes low on the receiver. ‘Just think about last Friday. I really can’t talk. Have a good day baby.’ She hangs up. I guess masturbating at a clinic qualifies as a good day in most men’s books. I close my eyes and try to envision my wife standing naked before me. The picture changes to her undressing and just as she gets to her bra I can see Bertha the. Ohwell! There’s always later!?’ At which she turned and stomped away, her boot heels clicking on the floor of the cellar room. I looked down at the now comatose figure of the girl, white limp body criss-crossed from top to bottom with angry red stripes culminating in a dense mesh across the inner parts of her thighs and across her entire vaginal area. The red of her cunt was now spotted with my milky white come and I remember reflecting that this seemed to me at the time, quite paradoxically,. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, excellent rack and she stood about 6'3. I looked at her feet and she was wearing pumps. She headed straight for me. She moved up real close to me, her breasts just touching my chest. I inhaled and detected the odor of Ciara. "How may I help you" she whispered to me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and a shiver ran down my spine."I need nice garments for my women, eer these women and I don't know what sizes we need."Again she whispered" I think you were.
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