True to my word, on Friday night I pick up the girl that sold me the puppy, Aunt Kris helped me dress incognito, with a button-up shirt, regular shoes... baseball cap and sunglasses with my hair pulled back in a ponytail. I knock on the door, she answers wearing a tight blouse, a red skirt up to her mid thighs, and her hair pulled back in a high ponytail.She smiles and says, “I didn’t think you would show.”“I always keep my promises,” I say.I grab her hand and she leads me down the street towards. Every once in he could see the shape of her camel toe from behind. Her blouse involved two layers, the top unbuttoned down to the middle of her breasts, but they were so large were pulling against the seams, beneath that was a white satin tank which covered what would have been showing cleavage.She bent down and Chray felt his dick jump forward, it was bobbing up and down like it had a mind of its own. His eyebrow twitched as she bent down to pick up some paper she dropped, the shape of her. ”“Oh, god yes,” Jenny excitedly breathed in response to that, drawing laughter from the two women sharing the bed. “I’ve got to see that cock for real. Video just isn’t going to cut it.”“Speaking of school – both of you should probably get ready for class.” She rolled her eyes at the girlish groans of protest. “Be good girls, go to class, and maybe Auntie Christine will buy you a nice big strap-on to play with tonight.”That turned the sounds of protest into anticipatory moans in short. The most noticeable difference between them was their hair. Abby had long, wavy, fiery red hair while Izzy's was jet-black and cut fairly short. Izzy wore glasses with thick, black, rectangular frames with small lenses.They got in the car and Abby introduced us. I could tell immediately that Izzy was every bit as shy as Abby was. No wonder it had taken them two months to become friends. It's a wonder either of them had started talking to the other in the first place.We got home and went inside..