Chapter II - "On the Town"
The next morning the twins were up bright and early and Sissy had her
voluminous shirt on, with her cut-offs. She had even managed to find a
pair of shoes. Apparently she didn't always go around barefoot.
Mr. French was unusually quiet during breakfast, walking around in a
daze while he got things ready. More than once Bill caught French
staring at Sissy with a strange look on his face. As they headed to the
shopping district in a cab, Bill asked Sissy, "Just what did you do to
poor old French?"
Sissy looked at Uncle Bill quizzically for a few seconds and then said,
"It's kind of hard to put into words... maybe I'll show you sometime... By
the way, Mr. French won't be objecting to having the twins about
anymore. You know... he's a shy man... but... he's no pansy!"
During the ride Bill wondered just what she meant by all this, but he
was getting used to Sissy's strange ways... she seemed to be very
intelligent... she just showed it in weird ways.
The twins seemed to be taken care of, clothes-wise, at least for a while,
but Sissy definitely needed some new things... especially if she were to
decide not to go about the city "sky-clad," as it were!
Bill had the "in" to several of the more chic fashion establishments in
town, having brought many girl-friends shopping before... They smiled,
welcomed him and Sissy in, and wondered to themselves who this new
"girlfriend" was!
"Uncle" Bill found himself explaining over and over again that, no, this
was not a "girlfriend," and that she was a niece... family! The two of
them left most of the staff mumbling to each other and exchanging
knowing winks... it was a little embarrassing... but Sissy didn't seem to
even notice... or care!
Luckily for Bill, he found a saleslady who he had dealt with before. She
was quite "built" herself and understood growing teenager girls... and
knew that Sissy was his niece and not just some
trollop. She said, "Is this the niece that you told
me about... Sissy, I believe her name is?" Bill
nodded, gazing at the saleslady's own proverbial
frontage. She was an import, a Brit named Chelsea
who had a friendly demeanor and an even friendlier
accent... Bill was charmed.
Chelsea went on, "I think I can understand about a
young lady's needs... especially when she's going
through her 'growing-up' period. I must say, Sissy is 'growing-up' rather
well. I'll make sure she gets the things that will help her," and went on
to show Sissy the areas of the store that were best suited for her.
Sissy was in "girl heaven," there were things in here that she didn't even
dream about... things that got her thinking... and experimenting!
She was all over the place trying on all kinds of things. Much to Bill's
chagrin... and the delight of the male staff... she didn't seem to care
whether she used a changing room or not, many times just dropping her
clothes and throwing something else on, right on the spot!
Bill felt even more embarrassed when he thought he spotted one of his
old girl-friends. He went and hid in a changing room until he was sure she was gone.
Meanwhile, Sissy was putting quite a show... she would strut about in
some flimsy thing or another, then slowly peel it off before looking for
some other flimsy thing to try. Some of the male staff were wondering
if they could sell tickets... while others were just silently enjoying
the moment!
Chelsea had found Bill, hiding in the foyer to the changing rooms and
cooed, "You dirty old man... are you in here spying on the ladies who
come in to change... or are you hiding your face from the crowd because
you're ashamed of your nubile young niece?"
"Well..." Bill started. "Come on out, then," Chelsea pleaded, "and face
the world." She grabbed his tie and pulled him gently out onto the main
floor. He stood there a while, watching Sissy enjoy herself, and feeling
Chelsea's body lean back against him... and began to get a whopping
erection.
Chelsea must have felt it, because she whispered breathily into his ear,
"Is that for me, or your niece?" She then turned and rubbed her thigh
against his growing manhood and surreptitiously slipped a piece of paper
into his boutonniere. Then she pulled a rack of clothes in front of Bill,
hiding his embarrassment. He was, at that moment, incapable of
thought, or motion. She then walked away to her job, twitching her
behind at him meaningfully.
Sissy was ecstatic. She had selected some very nice clothes which even
met with her own sense of style... plus some more conservative things
which she could wear at any occasion. Some of which could hide her
"assets" very well, thank you... and some which could show them off to a
very high degree! And... even a new pair or two of "Jammies" which
actually fit! She absolutely refused to buy... or wear... a bra!
On their way home in the cab, they were talking about college. Bill said,
"You know, Sissy, you really should finish college. It's important for
your future."
Sissy, despite her wild ways, was a very intelligent girl. She had
considered this for some time now and found herself agreeing with
Uncle Bill. Bill said, "There's a women's college very nearby which can
help you matriculate... I know, there won't be any boys there, but I
think it would be less distracting..." Actually, Bill was thinking more
about the effect Sissy would have on the male students and staff of a
coed college.
Sissy seemed very happy about the prospect. "What do I want with a
bunch of juvenile boys... when I have you... and Mr. French!" she purred,
rolling over on top of Bill in the back seat of the cab and rubbing her
newly sweatered expanse of bosom in his face, while giving him a quickie
lap dance that any burly queen would have been jealous of!
"Thank you, Uncle Bill, oh, thank you!" she squealed, while hugging Bill in
a full body hug that left him sweating profusely and with a boner so
hard that she could not have failed to feel it... in fact, he could swear
that she felt her hips actually grip his rising rod right through his
pants! She was wearing a very short wool skirt and Bill wondered if she was wearing underpants!
Trying to change the subject, Bill asked, "Sissy, how did... how come..."
"Where did I get these whoppers?" Sissy finished, shaking her shoulders,
which had the effect of slapping Bill in the face with two enormous,
fuzzy torpedoes.
"Well... I... " Bill stumbled. It turned out to be just as embarrassing a subject... his boner started rising again.
"Well, they're not silicone, if that's what you're thinking..." Sissy
demonstrated again, straining to pull her sweater up so that they
bounded out and landed on his chest.
"No, I never... I mean... " Bill knew that silicone could never move like that!
"I think it was my Grandpop. During the war he was in some kind of
secret government lab where they were developing chemical weapons..."
Sissy continued as Bill pondered the two weapons in front of him.
"Anyway... they came up with this drug that wasn't dangerous, but had
interesting effects, so they tested it on an area somewhere in the north
of the state, near the southern part of New England. It sort of got
out of control... Dad said that it bred true.. that is, the effects
could be passed on to generations." Sissy was looking thoughtful.
"Mmmmph!" Bill said, face full of humungous tit, thinking, "That could explain some things."
"Dad said that he thinks that's where Mom's big chest came from... and
his huge whang... Where did yours come from?" Sissy cooed, rubbing her
crotch against Bill's growing boner.
Bill managed to get Sissy to put her sweater back on, which was an
amazing thing to watch... but she continued to rub against him all the
way home.
When they got back to the apartment Sissy went off to show the twins
all the new things that she got. French was helping Bill change for
dinner and found the piece of paper in his jacket pocket.
"Is this something important?" French asked. Bill picked up the paper
and read it...
"Oh, yes, Chelsea," he thought, with a slight smile. He put the note in
the bedstand drawer along with the other little crumpled pieces of
paper.
"Sir, oh sir, did you spill something, sir?" French was being insistent. He
held Bill's pants up for his inspection. Bill took the pants and looked
them over. On the inside was some of his spunk from the days
excitement... normal enough, considering the kind of day that he'd just
had... however, on the outside, just below the fly, was some fluid which
smelled vaguely female... "Why that little tart! She wasn't wearing
any..."
"Sir?" French interrupted. "Oh, it's just some soup. I must have spilled
at lunch." Bill explained hastily, "Just have them dry-cleaned." He and
Sissy had stopped for a quick lunch while shopping, but Bill knew that he
hadn't had soup, much less spilled any. Sissy must have been pretty
excited in the cab and left him a little present! Just remembering it
made his cock hard again!
Uncle Bill went looking for Sissy and the twins. They weren't in their
room, he hoped they weren't playing hide-and-seek again! He went to
French's room thinking Sissy might be showing them some of her new
clothes. There were signs that they had been there... clothes strewn
about, etc... but they weren't there. The glass door to the roof garden
was open, however.
Mr. French kept a roof garden adjacent to Bill's expansive patio area.
French liked to grow herbs and various vegetables for his cooking, he
was a European-trained Chef and liked to spruce up his cooking with
fresh things.
He went out into the garden... he could hear the twins playing. As he
worked his way among the herb boxes and through the taller potted
plants, he came across a naturist's vision.
There was Sissy standing there, admiring the
vegetation, but "sky clad" as-it-were! Oh, she
had her "Hippie" scarf and beads, but the rest of
her...!
Bill found himself admiring the view a little too
much. Sissy saw him and spoke first, "Bill, oh Bill!
This is such a neat place... I can really feel 'at
one' with nature, and right in the middle of the
city!"
Well, Sissy was sure "feeling at one with nature" this afternoon! Bill
was amazed at the way her breasts stood out and away from her body,
without even a hint of sag! It was almost like watching a little girl push
around two pink "blimps" in front of her... except these pink "blimps"
were part of her!
Bill was lost in reverie, interrupted by... "Uncle Bill! Gosh... I guess you
are a 'tit man' after all!" She was looking down at his lounging pants, the
kind that he liked to wear around the house when he wasn't being
formal. There was a considerable "tent" in the front, and his pecker
was threatening to poke itself out... he instinctively bent forward,
turned around, and attempted to cover himself up.
He felt something against his back... and then his sides... and then two
arms closed around his middle and two very large flesh-colored
torpedoes lifted his arms up and out! It almost looked like he was
sporting breasts!
"Oh, Uncle Bill!" it was Sissy, "You shouldn't be ashamed of your body.
You're a very healthy, normal man... In fact, I haven't seen one that big
since my Dad's. Actually, his was larger... but you're a close second...
You should be proud of it! Does your lady friend, Marina, like it?"
"Actually, she hasn't had the opportunity... yet." Bill found himself
saying... a little embarrassed to be talking about such things with a
teen-aged niece. "She will, Uncle Bill... she will." Sissy purred.
The twins ran into view, interrupting Bill's thoughts. Both totally naked,
of course. Little Buffy bouncing around with her melon-sized tits, and
little Jody, with a huge erection, even more astounding on his small
frame! Sissy played with the twins for a while and then they all retired
inside for dinner. Uncle Bill admonished them all to at least dress for
supper. He was glad that the height of the roof, combined with the tall
plants didn't leave much opportunity for peeping toms.
At dinner Bill was relieved to see that the twins had decided to put on
their PJ's... but when Sissy showed up for dinner... she had decided to
wear one of those sheer, pink frilly things that decent girls only wear in
their bedrooms. On any normal girl it would have been enticing... on
Sissy, it was dynamite!
Not only that, but, instead of sitting on the very small chair that she
used before, which hid her bosom below the table... she had chosen
instead to sit like a grown-up, and use the regular chair. This led to
her having to plop both very large teats on top of the table where they
commanded a considerable
percentage of the real estate! All concerns about "keeping ones elbows
off the table" seemed silly by comparison!
However, apparently, she had become used to them and was able to
place her dish between them, after using her hands to spread them
apart a bit. A bib, however, became necessary, because she still had
about a foot or so of bosom between her and her plate!
At dinner they discussed school and where they might send Buffy and
Jody. Uncle Bill admonished the youngsters to keep their clothes on
when outside of the apartment... and not to be "snuggling" and
"experimenting" in public. Sissy got a big laugh out of all this.
At bedtime, Bill and French got the twins all settled... they were all
excited about the prospect of going to school in "the big city." Bill was
lying awake for a while, thinking about all that had been happening lately
when his door creaked open and Sissy came in quietly. "Uncle Bill," she
whispered, "are you still awake?" She was still wearing the "sheer"
thing that she had on at dinner.
"It's okay, Sissy. What's up?" Bill said, watching her move under the
nightgown, which hid nearly nothing.
"I think I make Mr. French nervous," she said, stating the obvious. "I
mean... he's gotten used to me and everything, but I think I almost gave
him a heart attack last night! He's such a dear, and I would want to
hurt him... I think we should find him a girlfriend."
Uncle Bill was getting more curious, "Sissy, just what did you do to
French that has gotten him into such a tizzy?"
Sissy's face lit up, "Oh, Uncle Bill, I want to tell you... I want to show
you... You've been so good to me and the twins!" Sissy walked over, sat
down beside Bill on the bed and turned toward him in such a way that
her breasts were lying in his lap.
"First I whispered in his ear, like this," Sissy continued, opening Bills
robe a little and rubbing his chest with one hand, while putting the
other hand around his neck and pulling his head closer to her, "I said,
'Mr. French... I... I want usss... to be close...' " nuzzling her mouth against
his neck, " '...close frienndssss...' " Sissy went on in a throaty, husky
voice, while licking Bill's ear with her tongue.
"And then I..." Sissy took Bill's hand and rested on top of her breast and
guided it in an exploration of her breast from her neck down to her
nipple... when she got to the nipple she paused there a moment and then
slowly moved his hand, rubbing all around it while breathing harder and
harder in his ear.
By this time Bill was getting a record-breaking erection... she pulled the
covers down just enough so that it popped out of his PJ's and was
standing straight and proud. She then gazed at it for a moment with
obvious lust and then lifted one leg over Bill so that her inside thigh was
just brushing the tip of his cock.
Bill was already steaming and juice was starting to come out of his
cock... he felt like he was going to burst a blood vessel... then she moved
the rest of the way over him and straddled his lap, pushing her
voluminous bosom up into his face! His growing, throbbing cock was
standing straight up between their bellies and the head was poking its
way up between her breasts!
She then leaned back, took the tips of her breasts in her hands and
started to knead them right in front of Bill's face. Bill was totally out
of control now, and he lost all inhibitions... he brought his hands up and
held the underside of her breasts... as if to help her hold them up... but,
they really didn't need any help.
Suddenly she squirted him with a serious stream of breast milk...
several times! Then she leaned forward, pushed his head between her
breasts and started to lick the milk off of his face.. She also lifted her
butt just enough so that his cock-head slid down her belly until it
reached the entrance to her pleasure-pit!
While she was licking the milk... Bill was so heated up that he was out of
control, his swelling cock had a mind of its own... it drilled its way just
inside her cunt and then stayed there a few moments... then she slid
down on his giant pole, her wet, soppy cunt taking him in like it was going
home!
She then worked her breasts back from his face, letting the insides of
them slide along his head... she started sliding up and down on his cock,
letting his head slide in and out of her bosoms in rhythm with her
stroking...
She stayed with him all night, resting a while with his cock still inside...
and then a sudden flurry of heavy fucking passion... resting... then
fucking... resting... then fucking... all night long!
In the morning they both lay in a musky pool of sweat, milk and love
juice... exhausted, but feeling better than they'd felt in a long time!
Bill wakes up first, realizes that his swollen, engorged cock is still up
inside his niece... his charge... his responsibility! He goes to pull it out,
she wakes, dreamily, works her hips and says, "Don't leave me now,
Baby!"
He starts to say, "Oh, Sissy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She puts a
finger up to his lips and says, "Bullshit! Come on Bill, you always wanted
to be my lover!" She rolls over on top of him and starts to do some
serious grinding, saying, "You never should have to apologize for doing
something so natural, so wonderful!" Working her hips around his
hardening pole in a way that left no doubt!
After they had finally separated, Bill asks, "Is that really what you did
to my French?"
She kisses him on the cheek and purrs, "No, silly... if I had done all that
to him he wouldn't have survived... he got only the first chapter... after
that I was afraid I would kill him... he hasn't had a woman in a long time!"
"And... that's what made him change his mind?" Bill wanted to know.
"I had him in the palm of my hand after the first minute... the rest was
just me being nice to him... he's such a dear fellow!"
Bill had more questions, "Weren't you afraid of killing me?"
Sissy gave Bill a broad smile, "You're much, much sturdier than he is...
and far more experienced! Shall we go another..."
"No, young lady..." Bill said, again taking the Uncle Bill role, "I've got to
go to the office... and you... you've got to go see about that college. Do
you need French to go with?"
"No," she said, kissing him again, "I can certainly find my way around
town. I'll get the papers and bring them home."
Bill showered the smells off of him, but Sissy kept hers... she wanted to
see the reaction of people... especially women, who are more sensitive to
such things. They went down to breakfast where French became
confused over a neat and tidy Uncle Bill, in his best suit... and a sexy,
disheveled and hot looking Sissy, still in her sheer nightie!
French was going to take the twins to school to enroll them, then to a
park in the afternoon... and some shopping. Sissy put on her sweater,
long skirt combo, but left her hair all tousled, and they all left.
Bill saw them all away in a cab, first, before attempting to get one for
himself. Just as he spotted a likely taxi and was about to whistle for it
a long, sleek Mercedes Limo pulled up in front of him.
The side door opened, a silky, very familiar leg and a set of very large
bosoms, clad in a sheer, white blouse showed itself in the doorway, and
a sultry voice said, "Come on in... we can share."
He got inside, closed the door... the sultry voice said, "Go!" and he found
himself beside Marina, speeding down the boulevard. He said, "Marina,
what...?" She put a silky, gloved hand over his mouth and murmured,
"I'm kidnaping you!" in a voice so sexy that any man would want to be
kidnaped!
Well, Bill didn't really have to go to the office, he just wanted some
time away from Sissy, to collect his thoughts.. "Actually," he thought,
"a little adventure with Marina might just be a good thing."
"Just what kind of kidnaping did you have in mind? Are you going to tie
me up?"
Marina put one leg over his and purred in his ear, "I might... it all
depends on how co-operative you are."
Bill was getting pretty steamed up already. Marina was the type of
woman who could give a man a hard-on with just her voice... add her
close, soft, voluptuous body to that and Bill was feeling like a teakettle,
ready to "pop-off!"
Marina reached a gloved hand down his pants and captured his wild
snake... she nuzzled his neck while working her soft glove slowly along
the length of his rod... she then unbuttoned two already straining
buttons of her blouse and gave him a view he'll never forget... the third
and fourth button let go when she started breathing hard, and when the
last one popped... so did Bill!
Marina was just warming up, she had his belt undone faster than he'd
ever been able to... two soft, gloved, feminine hands and a pair of
gorgeous lips around a man's cock can go a long way towards making him
very subdued... Bill was totally under her control!
By the time Marina had mounted him, wrapped her unbelievably
glamorous legs around him and pressed her world-class torpedoes into
his chest and face, Bill had come to the undeniable conclusion that Sissy
had just been an appetizer... this was a full course feast!!
After two hours of having an obviously well-trained chauffeur giving
them a tour of the city, and Marina taking Bill on a "round-the-world-
cruise" in her Limo, she could tell that he was drained and needed some
rest. She cooed some instructions into a handset, helped a fagged-out
Bill un-dishevel himself while fixing herself up, and the two of them had
lunch in a very posh Bistro.
They walked along the boulevard for a while, taking in some of the
shops, while the Limo followed at a discreet distance. They ended up at
her penthouse where she occupied the entire top floor. She had her
skirt off the moment they entered the express elevator... by the time
they reached the top, her blouse and his pants were on the floor!
When the elevator door opened, her breasts were up over his shoulders,
her legs were around him, and she was pumping his rod like a steam
jackhammer... he carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and
continued to ram her without missing a stroke!
They fucked like mad rabbits for four hours straight... Bill was
beginning to get his second, third... and fourth wind!
After resting a bit, they got all cleaned up, she had a tux sent up, put
on a ball gown and they went out on the town.
First they went dining very posh in a dinner club that also had a very
good band and a dance floor. While eating she sat next to him, instead
of across from him... she liked to feel his arm and shoulders rubbing her
breast while they ate... She could turn her head and kiss him from time
to time... she even reached down and caressed his pole, which hadn't
been limp since she first saw him this morning.
After dinner, they got up and danced... they were dressed for waltzes,
but she especially liked the latin dances, where she got to shake her
behind and her impressive front at Bill and get him even more turned on!
During the slow dances, she pressed herself close to Bill, not worrying
about where her bosom had to move to let them get closer. A lot of the
other people had to stop and stare... they hadn't seen that much
organza-covered flesh squeezed between two people before!
Out in the parking lane they stopped to wait for the Limo driver and
tried to decide where to go next. He suggested a movie, it being too
late to take in an opera or play... she said, "Well, we could go to a movie
or..." and then gave him a wink that made him tingle all over!
His smile told her all she needed to know,
she pulled out her cel phone and said that
she might have to call in re-inforcements.
She saw his puzzled look and said, "You're
just going to have to trust me... remember,
I'm kidnaping you! " Then went on to talk to
someone on the phone, when the Limo pulled
up. She hugged him again and they got in.
They went across town to a place fairly close to Marina's. On the way
she gave Bill her cel phone and suggested he call Mr. French and tell
him
not to expect him back tonight... Bill's eyebrows went up, but he made
the call... then they went up to a suite in a better part of the hotel.
Marina gave a special knock and when the door opened Bill was almost
knocked over by the sight of a huge pair of bazooms in a very sheer silk
blouse, straining it to the limit... with the biggest pair of aureolas
he'd ever seen... "My god," he thought to himself, "they must be as big
as her face... with
nipples as big as shot glasses!"
Marina made the introductions... "Bill, this is Kitten, a very good and dear
friend... Kitten, meet Bill..."
"Oh, yes, Bill," Kitten's smile broadened and
her face lit up, "Please... do come in!" She seemed a warm and friendly
type. A little older than Marina, but with a warm and hospitable manner
that set Bill at ease right away.
She sat them down and asked if they would like drinks. When the two
of them were seated, drinks in hand, she went over to Bill, sat
gracefully down in his lap and asked, "Is there anything else you would
like... something to nibble on?" while rubbing one of her nipples against
his cheek... "Some music?" while clicking a remote and starting some
soft background music... "Some pussy?" while grinding her almost naked,
very cute bottom against his groin!
By this time, Bill was, indeed, very ready for "some pussy," his rod had
gotten about as hard as it would ever get and Kitten didn't have any
trouble feeling it suddenly rise against her thigh... "I take that as a yes!
" she said.
While Marina had the body... the sexy voice... and the energy... Kitten
just had this way about her that made a man want to walk up to her and
hand her his cock!... Which he did! He just reached down under her
thigh, unzipped his pants and pulled it out! By now it had reached
gigantic proportions and it popped up between her thighs and stood up
tall, pressing her blouse up between her boobs.
Kitten said, "Oh, I see you've brought enough to share!" She slipped off
her little panties, pushed her bosom into his face and said, "See if you
can reach around and undo me." He guessed she meant her blouse, so he
reached around behind her and felt for the snaps... while she was
leaning forward, she lifted her behind a little and planted her wet little
cunt right down on top of his swelling cockhead...
As the snaps became undone, one by one, some of the last of them let
go all on their own... Bill guessed that the strain was just too much for
them... what he didn't figure on was the amazing effect it would have...
When the pressure was released her already large tits just jumped out
at him... that thin, little blouse was holding back a lot! They must have
popped out at least a half-foot further than they had been with it on!
Not only that, her very puffy aureoles suddenly became much more
puffy and her nipples went from shot-glass to coke-glass...!
It was more than he could stand, his pole shot up inside her like a bullet,
he was breathing hard, he started pumping her like crazy and he felt
like steam was coming out of his ears!!
Marina had worked herself around to his back and started rubbing her
own very delicious teats along his back... and then around him, on both
sides of his lower back... meanwhile he had hold of Kitten's glorious
gazongas in both hands and was working and kissing and sucking on them!
He was surrounded by tit! Glorious, humungous, juicy mounds of tit!
Kitten had her eyes rolled up in her head and was obviously in fuck
nirvana... Bill wasn't far behind... he lost count of how many loads he shot
up in her... she had given up counting orgasms when she got to twenty!
After about an hour the three of them switched and the whole thing
started over again!
Later he had two pairs of hands and two gorgeous pairs of lips around
his cock at the same time! When he felt a little drained, the two women
laid down on their backs, Kitten on top of Marina and they took turns
sucking his whang while he took turns licking their upturned cunnies!
Then, when he felt his strength return, he turned about and power-
pumped a pair of pussies, one atop the other!
The last thing he remembered before passing out was lying on his back
and having the both of them take turns riding his rod and rubbing their
tits in his face.
In the morning he awoke to find two pairs of gloved hands holding on to
his still-hard pole and two lovely ladies on either side of him, just
waking up, and two pairs of glorious bazooms tickling his face from
either side... and they wanted more!
They had some breakfast sent up, he took a quick shower... and then he
gave them more... much more!
They didn't stop 'til noon!
When they left Kitten's place, she said, "My door is always open, Bill...
and so is my pussy... please come back!"
Bill said to Marina as they pulled away, "Is she like this with most men?"
Marina laughed and said, "Bill! She's not a tart! We don't go around
picking up strange men and doing this with them... we both agreed that
you're something special! Didn't we make you feel special?"
"I feel like a horny punching bag! But, yes... I could not have imagined
having such a good time... with you... certainly! But... with the both of
you... Wow!"
"We've been the best of friends for a very long time... I've had other
boyfriends before... but we've never shared one... Bill... you... you were
very good... to us!"
Marina's Limo dropped Bill off at his place and he went up to find that
the twins were at school, French was out shopping, and Sissy was
fiddling around in the kitchen...
Next Up - Chapter III - "Marina"
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