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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction containing
graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. 
While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not
intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage
children.  The story is written purely for entertainment purposes
only.  Those who are offended by such material are strongly
encouraged not to read this.

This is the sixth chapter of what will be a continuing series
depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a typical
suburban family.  For those who enjoy pantyhose stories, this
series will focus heavily (though, not totally) on that
particular fetish, as well as the obvious incest themes.

Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point of view
of one member of the family.

We hope you enjoy it.  Please send your comments andsuggestions.

Your friends at Filthy Fiction...

Story codes: (F/F, F/F/m, inc, family, pantyhose, cum, oral,
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Harper Valley USA By Filthy Fiction

Chapter Six


The Makeover


Shelly lounged between the soft rumpled sheets, with her legs
swaddled in the same smoky gray pantyhose she'd been wearing all
morning.  Her blankets always felt more comfortable with her legs
bundled in a lush pair of soothing pantyhose.  She easily spread
her silky thighs and lightly began dragging her gentle fingers
over her frustrated clit.  The cozy nylon snuggled her from her
writhing hips down to her curling toes.

For the life of her, Shelly couldn't stop thinking about letting
Jonathan fuck her in the ass. An hour had passed since then. 
Yet, the lingering throb was a comforting reminder of what a
total slut she could be.  The pain didn't matter nearly as much
as proving how much she would suffer for his pleasure.  The warm
rush of cum that flooded her ruptured asshole was all the reward
she would ever need.

As she quietly lied there reliving every moment, her grazing
fingers absently teased her horny pussy well beyond the dew
point.  She squirmed under the warm covers, fidgeting with her
moist cunt, with only a hazy sense of her building pleasure, when
a rush of heat suddenly consumed her with the urgent need to make
herself cum as hard as possible.

Her swollen clit reached out impatiently.  She skillfully slid
her fingers over her hairless mound.  Her smooth fingers brushed,
circled and patted the jutting bulb, prompting a flurry of
feverish gasps and rapturous moans.

Her rhythmic fingers tirelessly stirred her toward a strong,
lust-driven climax.  Her mind swarmed with images of Jonathan in
the kitchen clutching his stiff hard-on.  The sight of his
beautifully extended cock revealed in Shelly a new hunger that
longed to have any part of her body used when and how he wanted.
She rubbed her clit harder.  She remembered how Jonathan
desperately begged to fuck her, how he dropped to his knees,
crawled between her legs and zealously used his entire mouth to
lick, suckle and worship her dirty asshole.

Her ass reared off the mattress in a violent fit of climactic
throes.  She groaned, whimpered and breathlessly panted her son's
name.  Her rotating fingers refused to stop. One orgasm wouldn't
be enough.  Another wave crashed over her.  Her ears deafened
from the roar of blood rushing to her brain.  The fiery tingle of
her smarting asshole melded with the euphoric blows of a second
intense orgasm.

Shelly woozily sank back into the cushy bedding, sweaty and out
of breath.  She lazily rolled over onto her side.  Her drowsy
eyelids slowly faded to a close.  The sudden cacophony of her
sputtering telephone jarred her from her stupor.  She wearily
reached over and pulled the cordless to her ear.  After a
resounding yawn, she grumbled against the receiver, in a raspy,
irritated tone.

"Hrrrmmm," she groaned.  "Hullo."

 From the other end, Shelly instantly recognized the mousy tone
of her older sister's voice.

"Oh," Kayla said, in an anxious patter.  "I'm sorry.  Didn't mean
to wake you.  Thought you'd be up by now."

Shelly smacked her lips together and held her eyes shut.  Her
long hair shielded most of her sleepy face.  "I've been up," she
mumbled.  "Just needed to lie down for a while. Couldn't sleep
though.  So I took my kitty for a walk."

"When did you get a cat?"

"No, silly," she said.  "The other pussy."

"Oh," Kayla said nervously.  "You mean, you were..." She stopped
herself short of saying it out loud.  "Oh, I see.  Well, umm, I
guess I could just call you back after you...you know,whatever."

"Already did," Shelly said.  "Twice."

Kayla swallowed.

"Oh, all right," she said.  "Well, uh, I know this is last
minute, but umm...I was kind of hoping we could meet earlier
today."

"Earlier," Shelly wondered with a frown.  "What for?"

"I'm just nervous about tonight," Kayla said.  " I thought maybe
I could bring the kids over now, and then we could go out
somewhere and talk."

"That's fine with me," Shelly replied, "But Jonathan is the only
one here right now. Greg's down at the bar watching the Trojans
game.  Tiffany's out with friends.  Not sure when she'll be back.
 No later than seven, I'd think.  Do you mind leaving the kids
here with Jonathan alone?"

After a short pause and a long sigh, Kayla gave in.  "I guess it
would be okay for a little while.  I really need to see you.  I'm
so nervous about seeing Peter again.  The last thing I want to do
is screw this up."

"And how do you think I can help?"

"I'm not sure exactly," Kayla said, "But I've seen how men drool
over you."  She paused, measuring her words.  "Frankly," she
added.  "I've always been kind of, umm... jealous, I guess.  You
just have this aura around you that men can't resist.  I've never
had that.  Just once, I'd like to know how it feels."

"It's really not that complicated," Shelly calmly explained.  "I
just know what men like.  I can almost read their minds.  That's
how it is with me and Greg.  I never wait until he asks me to do
something.  I sense what he wants, and no matter what it is, I
just do it."

"I should've been able do that with Peter, too," Kayla said, with
a guilt-ridden sigh.  "God knows, I must have taken a dozen
psychology courses in college.  I should already know what men
want.  So why do I feel like I don't have a clue?"

"Well, for one thing," Shelly said.  "It has nothing to do with
your education.  You just need more confidence. And you won't get
it from a book."

"Yeah," Kayla said, with a sniffle.  "You're probably right.  But
I'm sure I'd have plenty of confidence, if I looked more like
you."

"Not true," Shelly said.  "Looks aren't everything.  Feeling good
about yourself is way more important."

"I know," Kayla answered bitterly.  "But being a hot blonde with
a killer body doesn't exactly hurt either."

Shelly rolled her eyes.  Kayla had been griping about her looks,
since Shelly was 13. That was the year when, seemingly overnight,
Shelly bloomed from a training bra to a full C and completely
eclipsed her older sister's average-sized handfuls.

"C'mon, Kay," Shelly said.  "Don't be so down on yourself.  It's
not like Peter just married you for your cooking.  I've tasted
your meatloaf."

Kayla scoffed.  "I beg your pardon.  If I'm not mistaken, your
daughter raves about my cooking all the time."

Shelly shrugged.  "Only because I don't like to cook.  Just
because you make the effort, that doesn't make you Martha
Stewart."

"Could you just finish your point?"

"Yes," Shelly said.  "It's simple.  If you want to change your
luck with men, then all you need to do is change your image."

"Hmm," Kayla said.  "You mean, like a makeover?"

A devilish smile crept from the corners of Shelly's mouth. 
"Mmmmm, no," she said. "Not exactly.  I was thinking of something
more like...slut lessons."

Kayla laughed.  "Do you really think you can teach me how to be a
slut in less than six hours?"

Shelly flexed an eyebrow.  "Miracles have been known to happen,"
she said.  "The question is...are you up for it?"

"I'm not sure," Kayla said, hesitating.  "I'd be lying if I said
I wasn't scared.  You know how nervous I get around guys.  I'm
sure that explains why Walter Crenshaw broke up with me senior
year.  I still can't believe that jerk only waited two hours to
ask you out."

"Yeah," Shelly said regretfully.  "I always felt bad about that.
I didn't even know he liked me."

Kayla sucked her teeth.  "See what I mean.  That's exactly what
I'm talking about.  Men fawn over you all the flipping time and
you barely even notice."

Kayla paused for a calming breath, then mildly spoke again. 
"How's Walter doing anyway?  Still teaching wood shop at
Tiffany's school?"

"Yeah," Shelly said.  "Although there was a rumor that he might
have gotten involved with one of his students a while back."

"Involved?"  Kayla anxiously repeated.  "You mean...sexually?"

"Yes," Shelly replied, unable to resist mocking her.  "I
mean...sexually.  Jesus, Kay, you can't even say the word sex
without sounding like you're in pain."

"I know," Kayla said.  "I really need help.  Will you help me,
Shell?"

"Of course, I will," Shelly said.  "But there's one condition."

"What's that?"

"If this is going to work," Shelly said gravely.  "I'll need you
to do everything I tell you. There are probably going to be a few
moments when you'll feel that I'm going too far. But I need you
to trust me.  Can you do that?"

"I think so," Kayla said.  " If you can help me get Peter back,
then I'll do whatever it takes.  I still love him more than
anything.  I can't imagine my life without him.  I need this
night to be perfect."

"It will be," Shelly said.  "Just leave everything to me."

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Kayla and Peter Walsh had been separated for about a year.  If
nothing else, their twelve previous years of marriage had
produced their two children, Heather and Dylan, before Peter
reluctantly agreed to move out six months ago.

While Shelly was generally considered the perfect girl-next-door,
who married her perfect high-school sweetheart, and then had a
perfect little baby, all by the tender age of 21, her sister's
fortunes had to be considered less than perfect.

After Shelly's storybook wedding, Kayla had to suffer through
four bitter years before she finally got her chance to walk down
the aisle, some two years after her sister had already given
birth to her second child.

Naturally, the man for whom Kayla fell head over heels was the
first man genuinely attracted to her tall pear-shaped figure, her
mild turquoise blue eyes and her straight natural amber-brown
hair.  His name was Peter Walsh.

One summer, while Kayla was visiting home from grad school, she
reluctantly agreed to tag along with her kid sister for a night
of drinking and club hopping down in the city.

Around four o'clock in the morning, Shelly and Kayla staggered
into an all-night diner somewhere in Santa Monica.  Even after a
few cocktails, Shelly's studious-looking older sister still
looked completely out of her element.  She staunchly objected
when a baby- faced blonde with cute dimples asked if he could
join the ladies at their table.  With shame in her glaring eyes,
Shelly repeatedly elbowed her sister, until Kayla finally
relented and told the young man to have a seat.

An hour later, Shelly could barely get a word in edgewise.  When
they weren't longingly gazing at each other over their blueberry
pancakes, Peter and Kayla laughed and talked as if they were
lifelong friends.  Shelly felt completely invisible.  By six
o'clock, she had to literally drag her big sister out of the
restaurant.

Kayla had told Peter that she lived in Cedar Springs, so Peter
lied and told her that his family also lived in the valley. 
Kayla dated him for weeks before she finally confronted him on
why she had never been invited to his house.

When Peter finally confessed the truth that his mother had been
raped and murdered, his father had become a violent drunk and
that he'd ran away from several abusive foster homes, it only
made Kayla fall in love with him even more.

Two months later, Kayla suddenly announced her engagement. 
Shelly wasn't exactly thrilled with the news.  The rest of her
family was even less enthused.

Despite being a happily married mother already, Shelly couldn't
get over the way Peter continued to completely ignore her all the
time.  Obviously, to her, the man clearly had a huge egoproblem.

Meanwhile, Shelly's parents felt that Peter was a nice enough
young man, but simply not good enough for their eldest daughter.
He was obviously bright, but he had no direction, no future
aspirations whatsoever.  Kayla railed at the suggestion that she
could ever fall in love with a loser.  So, from then on, she set
her sights on proving her parents wrong.

With her master's degree in education, Kayla got a job teaching
social studies at a private school in ritzy Arcadia, about 20
miles east of Cedar Springs.  Working for the wealthy school
district afforded Kayla a large enough salary to put her husband
through college. Six years later, Peter had a law degree from
UCLA.

Seven years after law school, Peter Walsh was one of the most
highly sought after entertainment lawyers in southern California.
 The palatial, ultra-modern, chrome-and- glass house, which Peter
had custom built in the suburban hills, was twice the size and
triple the cost of Greg and Shelly's modest three-bedroom abode.

Still, the more wealth and success Peter attained, the less time
he seemed interested in spending with his wife and children. 
Kayla resented the fact that she had supported him throughout the
lean years, only to be left feeling like she was no longer needed
anymore.

Lack of sex also left Kayla feeling unappreciated.  At 20, Peter
had obviously loved having a 25-year-old girlfriend.  Yet, at 33,
he didn't seem quite so enamored, as his wife steadily approached
40.

Kayla had never quite succeeded in losing all the weight gained
after two pregnancies. Compared to all the slender models and
actresses with whom her husband often rubbed shoulders, she was
no longer as cute and approachable as those few extra pounds had
made her seem when they first met.

At five-foot-nine, with his blonde hair neatly coifed and his
smooth face cleanly shaven, the hotshot celebrity attorney looked
like a blue-eyed Boy Scout in a tailored Armani suit.  He tired
of always having to explain to every new client that came to his
office that the matronly-looking woman in the photos on his desk
was emphatically not his mother.

Still, any interest that Peter might have had in younger women
was never made obvious to his wife.  Of course, younger women
were always interested in Peter.  If he and his wife went for a
night out, Kayla could always expect that at least one woman
would casually stroll over and shamelessly flirt with him,
knowing his wife was standing right there.  Kayla got used to
that.

As she bundled his suits together for a drop at the cleaners one
day, she couldn't help feeling that they had reached the point of
no return, when she emptied his pockets and discovered a crumpled
Hooters napkin with a phone number written on it in redlipstick.

Peter explained that he took the number from the flirty waitress
just to be polite.  Kayla knew better.  She still remembered that
night when Peter had asked her to wear one of those tacky little
uniforms during sex.  She hoped that by asking Peter to move out
for a while, it would force him to seriously rethink his
priorities.

After six frustrating months of hoping and waiting, all that it
finally took for Kayla to lure Peter back home was a casual
picnic lunch and the warm invitation of her radiant suntan
pantyhose.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Thirty minutes after talking on the phone, Kayla and her two
children arrived at Shelly's house in a white Lincoln Navigator.
She pulled in beside her sister's plum convertible, taking the
empty space where Greg normally parked.

The drive itself had only taken about twenty minutes.  Kayla
needed the extra ten just to herd her two hellions into the car.
She didn't bother changing outfits, or fussing with her hair and
make-up.  That would have been a waste of time.

Meanwhile, Shelly was still in her bedroom, pondering her choices
for the perfect shopping ensemble.  She hoped she could settle on
something before Kayla and the kids got there.  Her sister didn't
live all that far away.  Both families liked living close enough
to help each other during emergencies, yet far enough to avoid
lots of unexpected drop- ins.

It wasn't as if Shelly and Kayla didn't get along.  Kayla was
just a lot more conservative. She didn't always agree with what
she perceived as Shelly's overly permissive parenting style.  She
couldn't always keep her mouth shut about it either.  However,
petty arguments over Kayla's traditional values were a minor
concern compared with what Greg and Shelly really had to hide.

When Kayla finally rang the doorbell, Shelly trotted down the
stairs and scampered over to the front door.  She flung it open
with one hand, as she struggled to slip on a sapphire earring
with the other.

"Hey!" Shelly said, smiling at the welcome sight of her niece and
nephew.  "Come on in!"

Heather and Dylan rushed toward her.  Shelly reeled from the
force of their twin bear hugs.  She kissed both of them on the
head and smiled as she watched them race up to Jonathan's
bedroom.

Shelly had settled on a silky wine-colored camisole top, with a
plunging neckline that offered a staggering view of her large
overarching breasts.  Her open midriff temptingly revealed a
narrow patch of golden skin centered by her dimpled navel.  Her
daringly short miniskirt firmly compressed her broad hips and
thighs.  Tight black spandex thoroughly stretched over her thick
bulging ass.  Her dazzling legs glimmered in the afternoon sun,
glowing in a vibrant pair of lustrous nude pantyhose.  Her
minimal black sandals presented her girlish feet on pencil-thin,
four-inch heels.  A black leather Y-strap collared both ankles,
with thin straps of black leather spanning across her
hose-covered feet.

Kayla blushed instantly.  "Oh, my God!"  She said, gaping in
overblown horror.  "You never said anything about turning
tricks!"

Shelly folded her arms.  "What did I say to you on the phone,"
she admonished.  "Didn't I tell you to trust me?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"But nothing," Shelly said.  "If all you can do is criticize,
then we can just forget the whole thing."

Shelly paused as her eyes slowly scanned over her sister in a
powder blue sweater set, loose-fitting gray knit pants and
sensible brown leather pumps.

"Besides," Shelly said derisively.  "You shouldn't talk.  You
look like the fucking Church Lady."

Kayla twisted her face.  Her voice rose to a higher pitch.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" she asked, gazing down at herself.
 "This is what I'd normally wear to work."

"Exactly," Shelly said.  "You look like a schoolmarm.  I mean,
don't get me wrong, it's a cute sweater, but let's be
honest...that outfit wouldn't get you laid in prison."

Kayla paused for a moment, then looked up in her sister's eyes. 
"Is it really that bad?"

"No," Shelly said.  "I just had to get you back for that turning
tricks remark.  Though I don't see how you expect men to notice
you, when you dress all prim and proper.  It defeats your whole
purpose.  When you leave your house everyday, you should be one
hundred percent certain that every man who sees you is only
thinking about how much he wants to fuck you."

Kayla shushed.  "Not so loud," she forcefully whispered.  "My
kids might hear you."

Shelly threw up her hands and sighed with disgust.  "Just forget
it," she said.  "I don't know why I thought I could help you. 
You're clearly not ready for this.  Let's just forget the whole
thing."

"Hold on," Kayla appealed. "Don't give up on me just yet.  I
didn't mean to insult you. I'm sorry.  You know this is all new
to me.  At least, give me credit for showing up."

"I do give you credit," Shelly said.  "I'm sure turning to your
little sister for advice wasn't easy.  I understand that.  But
you have to give me credit, too.  I've been happily married for a
pretty long time now.  I must be doing something right."

Kayla let out a soft sigh.  She bravely looked up at her sister
and softly asked, "So where do we start?"

Shelly flashed a bright smile.  She snatched her purse and
instantly dashed through the front door.

"Macy's ought to have everything we need," she said, her voice
bursting with energy.  "I think we should just keep it simple. 
All you really need are some nice trendy separates that we can
mix and match.  A couple skirts, a few tops, something casual,
something dressy.  Obviously, you'll need shoes.  Then, we'll
just put it all together and kick it up a notch!"

Kayla seemed to approve of her sister's agenda.  It was hard to
feel otherwise.  Shelly's enthusiasm was contagious.

As they scuttled over to the driveway, with the mid-day sun
beaming down on them, Shelly couldn't help commenting on Kayla's
outfit.

"God," she said, as if even asking was exhausting.  "Aren't you
hot in those pants?  It's like 85 today."

Kayla shook her head as she waited for Shelly to unlock her car,
a sparkling Mitsubishi Eclipse.

"Not really," she answered, folding herself into the passenger's
seat.  "But if you're really concerned about the temperature,
then why on Earth are you wearing pantyhose?"

Shelly answered mysteriously.  "Ahhhh," she said, lowering
herself behind the steering wheel.  "Now, that's a good
question...a good question with a really good answer."

"I'm listening."

"Well," Shelly explained.  "It's like I said on the phone, the
whole key to being sexy is just feeling good.  And when I go
shopping, nothing makes me feel better than wearing pantyhose."

Shelly purposely left it at that.  She waited to see if Kayla
would take the bait.  Kayla responded to the pregnant pause with
subtle curiosity.

"Why do I feel like there's something you're not telling me?"

Shelly giggled in her own naughty way.  "I thought you'd never
ask," she said, with a twitch of her eyebrows.  "Here, let me
show you."

With that, Shelly slouched in the driver's seat and casually
pulled up her skirt.  Her pantyhose were completely smooth and
not quite transparent.  She felt no embarrassment as she offered
her sister a virtually unobstructed view of her nylon-covered
folds.

"These are seamless pantyhose," Shelly said.  "They're kind of
expensive, so I don't wear them all the time.  But when I do,"
she paused, swooning and rolling her eyes. "Man, can I feel the
difference."

Kayla quickly checked over both shoulders, then leaned for a
closer look.  "Hmm, they're really sheer," she said.  "But they
look awfully fragile."

"They're actually more durable than they look," Shelly said. 
"And they fit better because they're more elastic.  They can mold
to any woman's figure, which is really nice," she said, using her
index finger to draw a big circle around her pussy.  "Especially
in this area right here."

Kayla shook her head.  "I don't understand."

"You will," Shelly said.  "As we're walking around the mall, if
you notice that I get the shakes for a few seconds, don't panic.
Just blame it on the pantyhose."

Kayla's eyes widened with renewed interest.

"Hang on," Kayla said.  "Are you telling me that these pantyhose
can...they can make you do that just by walking around?"

"Especially when I rub my clit a little before I put them on,"
Shelly answered.  "Then, before I slide them up all the way, I
peel my lips open so the nylon will press them down and hold them
apart.  After that, it doesn't matter if I'm walking or sitting
as long as my pantyhose keep rubbing."

"And exactly how does that help me?"

"I've got another pair in my purse," Shelly said.  "I never know
when I might get a run, so I always carry a spare.  When we get
to the mall, I want you to find a ladies room and put them on
right away."

Kayla nodded.  Yet, the frown on her face clearly indicated how
lost she was feeling at the moment.  "I guess I can do that," she
said.  "If you really think it will help."

"Oh, I know it will," Shelly said, nodding adamantly.  "It's part
of your first lesson.  A real slut is always horny.  You should
be wet all the time.  Your hunger for cock should ooze out of
every pore of your body."  She leisurely slouched back and
dreamily caressed her silky thighs.  "These pantyhose are the
key," she added.  "A soft pair of seamless pantyhose will keep
your pussy nice and wet all day long."

"Hmmm," Kayla muttered.  "I'm starting to understand.  You're
saying that I should be ready for sex at all times.  Wouldn't
that make more sense if I were single?   I mean, it's not as if
I'm oozing with hunger for just any, umm..."

Shelly smiled as her sister got all flustered.

"The word is cock," she said bluntly.  "And that's another thing.
 We really need to spice up your vocabulary."

"There's nothing wrong with my vocabulary," Kayla said, clearly
offended.  "I was a teacher for twelve years.  I have a master's
degree."

"Yes, I know," Shelly said condescendingly, "and we're all very
proud of you.  But you're missing the point.  I'm not talking
about your fancy college lingo.  That stuff is easy to hide
behind.  What I'm talking about is the way your whole body tenses
up just thinking about sex...let alone the impossible chance that
you would ever say anything dirty."

Kayla sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair.  "I can't
help it," she said.  "You remember how angry Mom used to get
whenever she caught us swearing or talking about sex.  She would
make us sit at the kitchen table and read the Bible for an hour.
She had me so paranoid that I finally stopped swearing
altogether.  I've been that way ever since."

"Maybe so," Shelly said.  "But you might want to watch it. 
You're starting to sound more like Mom everyday."

"Oh, fuck you!"  Kayla fired back.  "Don't assume that just
because we grew up together that you automatically know
everything about me.  I'm not as uptight as you think I am."

"Hmmm," she said, grinning with approval.  "So you do have some
spunk left.  That's good.  I was getting worried."  She shifted
to face Kayla directly.   "Now, why don't you try saying the
F-word again, only this time, say it softer and add the word me,
instead of you.  See if you can make the F sort of drip off your
lips, and hit that K at the end a bit harder."

Kayla lowered her head.  Her eyelids gradually closed.  She
sucked in a deep rousing breath, then opened her eyes and
steamily broke the silence.

"Phhuckk meeee," she hotly breathed, in a sizzling tone that gave
Shelly the chills.

Shelly nodded with cool satisfaction.  "Not bad," she said. 
"Now, say something else. Like a dirty word for vagina."

"Um, okay," Kayla said.  "I think I've got one already."

"Let's hear it," Shelly said.  "Make me feel every syllable."

Kayla nodded intently.  Shelly watched with amusement as her
wholesome sister geared herself up.  Their eyes met.  Shelly
listened as Kayla lewdly coughed out a vulgar four- letter word.

"Cunt."  Kayla said, as if she had loosed something stuck in her
throat.

Shelly felt goose bumps.  "Use it in a sentence."

Kayla bristled, then boldly answered.  "Fuck my wet cunt."

Shelly gasped.  "Whoa," she said.  "Maybe I was wrong aboutyou."

"I told you," Kayla said, beaming with pride.  "I'm not as
innocent as I look.  Now, come on.  I like this game.  What else
do you want me to say?"

"All right, big shot."  Shelly said point blank.  "Explain
exactly what our mission is today."

Kayla thought for a second, then quickly answered.  "To make me a
slut."

"And why is that so important?"

"So Peter will want me again."

"No," Shelly said.  "Wrong answer.  Forget about what Peter
wants.  Tell me what you want."

Kayla leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes.  Softly,
she answered, "To get fucked."

"What was that?"

"I said, I need to get fucked."

"Fucked how?"

"Hard!"

"With what?"

"Peter's cock!"

"And where do you want it?"

"In my cunt!" Kayla shouted and just couldn't stop.  "I want his
huge fucking cock deep in my wet fucking cunt!  I want to suck on
his big fat fucking dick!  I want him to bend me over and fuck me
like a dirty fucking slut!"

Shelly was awed into silence.  She faintly smiled and quietly
nodded toward her older sister with a deepened sense of respect.

"Okay," she said, starting the engine.  "I think we're ready to
go shopping now."


*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *


Ten minutes later, Shelly and Kayla arrived at the Sierra Valley
shopping center.  Shelly loved to go cruising with the top down,
so the drive alone had been pretty interesting.

Handsome male motorists went out of their way to either smile or
wave at the gorgeous blonde, with her dark shades and her hair
waving in the rushing wind.

As Shelly turned into the circular driveway, she explained to her
sister that valet parking was one of many situations that offered
a fine opportunity to practice the art of flirtation.

No sooner had she said this, then a young Latino in a red vest
promptly strode up to the car and opened Shelly's door.

"Hola, Mrs. H," he said with a broad smile.  "Where've you been?
Haven't seen you in ages."

Shelly smiled back.  She openly spread her knees as she swung out
her left leg and planted her shoe on the ground.  She paused
until she felt satisfied that the young parking attendant had
been granted a good enough view of her hose-covered crotch.  She
swung out her other leg and quickly stood up, letting her tits
bounce.

"Hey, Tony," Shelly said, greeting him warmly.  "You're looking
handsome as ever." She leaned forward to give him a friendly hug.
 His arms swiftly wrapped around her waist.  Shelly showed no
reaction when his hands slowly slid up her back.  "So how's
business?"

"Oh, you know how it is," Tony said, standing back.  "Some days
are better than others. But it's always a great day whenever I
get to see you."

"Aren't you sweet," Shelly said, with a gleam in her eye.  "So
how is your little sister? Are you making sure she stays out of
trouble?"

Tony shrugged and sighed.  "Lisa's out of control," he said. 
"It's like she went boy crazy overnight.  All I hear about is how
she broke up with one guy, next day she's with another guy.  I
can't even keep all the names straight.  Then, I heard some crazy
story about her going to some party and getting screwed by two
guys.  I don't think it's true, but I just never know anymore. 
I've already had to straighten out a few of these scumbags.  If
she doesn't slow down, I'll be so busy handing out beatings, I'll
have to quit school."

Shelly laughed.  "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," she said.
"But, for what it's worth, when I was her age, I went pretty boy
crazy myself.  I think I turned out okay."

Tony smiled.  "Yeah, I think you're right," he said.  "That's
what I told my dad.  It's just a phase.  She'll grow out of it."
His lustful eyes slowly drank Shelly in with obvious admiration.
"But I have to say, Mrs. H," he added. "It doesn't look like
maturity has slowed you down very much."

Shelly laughed again.  "No, not a bit," she admitted.  "Although,
I am bit more picky these days."

Tony nodded agreeably.  "You should be," he said.  "As good you
look, you shouldn't have to settle for anything but the best."

"My goodness," Shelly said, blushing.  "You're just full of
compliments today, aren't you?"  She smiled, leaned closer and
patted his chest.  "Don't worry about me, sweetie," she warmly
whispered.  "I never settle.  And I always know quality when I
see it."

"I'll remember you said that," Tony replied.

"You do that," Shelly said, with a subtle wink.  "Or else, I'll
just have to come back and remind you."

Tony melted.  Shelly let him savor the delicious thought, before
turning and gesturing toward Kayla.  "Tony, this is my older
sister, Kayla Walsh.  Kayla, this is Tony Garcia. His little
sister is on the pep squad with Tiffany."

Kayla looped around the back of the car, walked over and stood
beside Shelly.  "Nice to meet you, Tony," she said, shaking his
hand.

"Gracias, Se¤ora.  Mucho gusto tambien," he answered in his
native tongue.

"I think he said likewise," Shelly translated.

"I took some Spanish in college," Kayla said.

Shelly turned back and smiled at Tony again.  "So," she requested
suggestively.  "Do you think you could polish the hood again for
me?  I'll give you an extra twenty."

Tony waved his hand and dismissed the offer.  "Don't insult me,
Mrs. H.  I'd wax the whole thing for nothing."

"Oh, really?"  Shelly grinned.  "I think I'd enjoy watching
that."

Tony smiled.  "Did you want me to fill up your tank, too?"

"Sounds lovely," she answered.  "We'll probably be in the mall
for about three hours.  I'm taking my sister to get a new
wardrobe.  Can you meet us back here at five?"

"No problem," Tony said.  "That's when I get off.  I'll have the
car waiting for you.  I hope I'll get to see how your sister
looks in her new clothes."

"Oh, you certainly will," Shelly said.  "As a matter of fact, you
could do us a huge favor. We're going to need a man who can give
us an honest opinion on my sister's new look. Do you think you
could help us out?"

Tony scanned Kayla from head to toe.  "She looks pretty good
already," he said.  Kayla looked up and smiled.  Tony spoke to
her directly.  "I love your eyes," he said sweetly. "They remind
me of the ocean."

Kayla warmed to him right away.  "Tell me what you think of this
outfit," she said, spinning around.  "Shelly says I look like the
Church Lady."

Tony concentrated for a moment, then earnestly shook his head.

"Oh, no," he said, stepping over and rubbing his hand down
Kayla's arm.  "I think you look very classy, you know, like a
teacher or doctor.  Very professional."

"Oh," Kayla said, slightly disappointed.  "So, you wouldn't say I
look hot?"

Tony smiled.  "Honestly," he said.  "I think you have a beautiful
face.  But as far as your clothes, uh...I think I'd prefer to see
you in something not so, umm..."

"Conservative?"  Kayla suggested.

"Yes," Tony said.  "Not so conservative.  I mean, you're still
young.  You should dress your age.  Show a little skin.  Have
some fun."

Kayla hung on every word, taking his comments to heart.

"Thank you, Tony," she said, slowly nodding.  "I really
appreciate your honesty.  And like Shelly said, I'd love to get
your opinion after she's all done with me.   Okay?"

"Si, Se¤ora," Tony said.  "Muchos gracias."

"De nada.  Muchos gracias tambien," Kayla said, stepping forward
and kissing him on the cheek.  "Hasta luego."

Shelly then leaned over and kissed him, too.  She and Kayla then
strutted away from the car and headed toward the sliding glass
doors.  Both women turned back, smiled at Tony and waved their
dainty little hands.

"Hasta luego," Tony whispered as he watched the ladies walk away
for several heart- pounding moments.  Once they were out of
sight, he finally climbed into Shelly's car and carefully drove
it away.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

It was Saturday afternoon, so the shoppers were in full swing as
Shelly and Kayla entered the mall.  The luxurious marble
causeways teemed with consumers young and old.

Shelly paraded at a leisurely gait, chin up, chest out, arms
swinging by her sides.  Kayla barely moved anything but her feet,
arms stiff, shoulders erect, eyes forward at all times.

As Kayla worked to avoid eye contact, Shelly smiled and
cheerfully greeted every man who passed.  After a long moment of
silence, Kayla remarked on this.

"Some things never change," she said, under her breath.

"What was that?" Shelly asked, hoping for elaboration.

"Nothing," Kayla said.  "Just remembering how I used to feel so
invisible whenever we went out together as kids.  Just seems like
nothing has changed."

"Listen," Shelly said, taking her sister's hand.  "You need to
put all that jealousy and resentment behind you.  Today is a new
day.  We're here to celebrate the birth of the new you.  So let's
be positive, okay?"

Kayla slightly nodded, adding a thin smile.  "Okay," she
whispered.  "Where to first?"

"First, we hit the salon," Shelly said.  "I probably should have
called ahead, but I've known the owner forever.  Hopefully, she
can squeeze you in.  After that, we'll hit Macy's, and then we'll
go look at shoes."

"What about Victoria's Secret?"  Kayla wondered to Shelly's
grinning surprise.

"We may have time for that, too," Shelly said.  "But you've got
to learn to crawl before you can walk.  Besides, all that satin
and lace is nice, but just putting on some pretty lingerie won't
change who you are.  We need to work on that from the inside
out."

Kayla cocked her head to the side, pressed her lips together and
pondered her sister's theory.  Finally, she nodded, and then
followed her sister into the Modern Image hair and make-up
studio.

Shelly and Kayla approached the front desk, where they were given
no reception of any kind by the surly underfed blonde swaying in
her swivel chair.  They waited as the young woman took more than
her sweet time glancing up from the latest edition of Cosmo.  She
sized up the new arrivals with disdain in her icy gray eyes.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Um, no, actually, we don't."  Shelly said.  "Is Angelina here
today?"

"She's with a client," the girl said.  "And you'll need an
appointment."

"I understand that," Shelly said.  "But if it's possible, I would
like to speak with Angelina whenever she can spare a moment.  I'm
a very old customer."

"Yes," the girl said.  "I'm sure you are."

Shelly glanced over at Kayla, who just stood there shaking her
head.  As Shelly turned back, she saw the owner, Angelina
Fabrizzi, coming forward to greet her with a wide smile.

The older woman had obviously been a striking beauty in her day,
but now wore heavy make-up to hide the unsightly lines of aging.
However, she made no effort to conceal the many strands of gray
in her otherwise jet-black hair, which she wore in a loose bun. 
As she came forward, she greeted Shelly in a rich, melodious
Italian accent.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Harper," she said, joining hands with
Shelly, as they warmly smiled at one and other.  "Such a pleasure
to see you.  You're looking lovely as always. How is your
wonderful family?"

Shelly lit up at the thought of Greg and the children.  "Oh,
they're amazing," she said, flashing back to the kitchen sink. 
"Incredible, actually.  How is everything with you?"

"Oh," Angelina said, sighing dramatically as she rested one hand
on her chest.  "This place is going to be the death of me.  My
rent here is going through the roof.  I may have to close or
relocate.  I don't know.  But what can I do?  Of course, I know
this is not your problem."

"Of course it's my problem," Shelly said, squeezing Angelina's
hands for emphasis. "You're the best stylist in town.  I wouldn't
dream of letting anyone else touch my hair. You can't close the
salon.  That's insane.  If you need any help at all, just let me
know. Greg has connections."

"Oh, Mrs. Harper, you are too kind," Angelina said.  "I do thank
you, but I would hate to impose on our friendship in such away."

"Nonsense," Shelly said.  "What are friendships for if we can't
impose on each other now and then?  Besides, it isn't as though
I'm offering purely out of the goodness of my own heart.  Closing
the salon would be a terrible tragedy...for you and my hair."

Angelina laughed softly.  "This is true.  We can't let that
happen.  It would be a tremendous loss for the world."

"Yes, tremendous indeed," Shelly said, with a playful giggle. 
"Anyway," she went on.  "I suppose I should explain why I'm here.
 I'd like to introduce you to my sister."

Kayla stepped forward and introduced herself.  Angelina did the
same.

"So," Angelina said.  "The lovely sisters are having a day out
together.  How wonderful."

Shelly nodded and smiled  "Well, yes, but there is actually
something that I thought maybe you could help us with."

Angelina raised her eyebrows.  "I will certainly try."

"Well," Shelly explained.  "My sister is trying to win back her
estranged husband and..."

"Ah, say no more," Angelina said perceptively.  "You want me to
help your sister cast a love spell.  I am an honored that you
would come to me.  It is unfortunate that I am all booked for
today."

"Oh," Shelly said, pursing her lips with disappointment.  "Well,
I guess we could schedule something for next week."

Angelina shook her head and made several sucking noises against
the back of her teeth. "Oh no, no.  I won't hear of that.  You
are my preferred customer.  I apologize that I am not available
today, but I will see that your sister goes to very good hands."
She paused, and then shifted toward to Kayla, brushing her
fingers through her hair.  "I think maybe we need to brighten you
up a bit, no?"

Kayla demurred.  "Umm, you mean, you want to change my hair
color?"

"No, no," Angelina said.  "Not change, just enhance."

Shelly rubbed her hand down Kayla's back.  "Don't worry, Kay. 
Angelina's the best.  I've spent a small fortune in this place."

"It's true," Angelina said.  "Listen to your sister.  She has
kept me in business for many years."  She looked down and checked
her watch.  "I'm sorry, ladies.  I'm afraid I must go.  I will
refer this assignment to one of my best people.  Sylvia will do
the make-up. Okay?"

"That's fine," Shelly said, nodding with appreciation. 
"Honestly, I can't thank you enough.  And please, call me if
there's anything Greg and I can do for you."

Angelina gave Shelly a warm embrace.  "You are a lovely woman,
Mrs. Harper.  Thank you for being so thoughtful."  She then
turned to Kayla.  "It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs.
Walsh.  My staff will take very good care of you.  Good luck with
your husband.  I'm sure he is going to be blown away."

Kayla shook the owner's hand and thanked her as well.

Moments later, a wiry-looking, spiky-haired gentleman dressed in
black sauntered over and greeted the ladies in a rather
effeminate manner.  He introduced himself as Miguel and then led
Kayla back to his workstation.  Shelly explained to him why they
were there, adding that she had come to lend her sister some
moral support.

"Well," Miguel said, with a playful flourish.  "Let's hope it's
not too moral."

Shelly laughed.  Even Kayla couldn't help smiling.

Within an hour, Miguel had washed, conditioned and trimmed two
inches from Kayla's hair.  He then layered it to add volume and
colored it with a light caramel pigment.

As Kayla continued through an array of beauty treatments, Shelly
decided to go out for some iced mochas and come right back.  She
cheerfully walked along sipping her cold drink, when she noticed
a shoe store just ahead.  She couldn't resist stepping in to
browse for just a bit.

Shelly returned about twenty minutes later, holding her sister's
lukewarm coffee and a box of new shoes.  Kayla sat under the hair
dryer getting a pedicure.

"How do you feel?" Shelly shouted, as she smiled over hersister.

"Like a princess," Kayla answered.  "I haven't been since this
pampered since...well, never actually.  Can we do with this every
month?"

Shelly laughed.  "We can do this every week," she said, admiring
the cranberry nail polish on her sister's charming toes.  "Your
nails look great.  Your feet will look perfect when you put on
those...oh, shit!"  Shelly suddenly realized.  "I forgot to give
you the pantyhose!"

Kayla waved it off.  "It's okay," she said.  "I think they're
almost done.  They're doing my make-up as soon as my hairdries."

Shelly nodded.  She handed her sister the not-so-cold beverage,
then quickly presented her with the new shoes.

"I couldn't resist," Shelly said, handing over the box.  Kayla
opened it to find a brand new pair of tawny suede sandals. 
Unlike the shoes Shelly was wearing, these had only one strap
across the front, and a thicker 3-inch heel.

Kayla smiled with approval and thanked her sister very much. 
Shelly took a seat, crossed her legs and waved over to the little
bitch who hassled them so much when they first arrived.  The
skinny blonde shook her head, rolled her eyes and mumbled
something rude under her breath.

When Kayla's hair was finally ready, Sylvia, the make-up artist
led her over to another chair in front of a lighted mirror.

After fifteen minutes, Kayla emerged with a brand new face.  The
frosty blue and soothing green of her two-toned irises sparkled
beneath the moving contrast of her pale lavender eye shadow. 
Longer and fuller eyelashes added to the dramatic effect.  Sylvia
wisely chose not to use too much foundation, allowing her skin to
maintain its natural glow.  A fruity blend of red and purple
coated her glistening lips, like the ripe seeds of a fresh
pomegranate.

Most of all, Shelly loved Kayla's new hair.  That old muddy color
had been lightened to a rich, golden brown, giving Kayla a
remarkably stunning aura that was all her own. Shelly was even
more excited by the transformation than her sister appeared.

"Oh, my gosh!"  Shelly said, gasping as she clasped her hands
together and gazed in total amazement.  "You lookun-believable!"

Kayla smiled, as she playfully spun around and shook her sexy new
do.  "Do we like?"

"Oh, we like," Shelly said.  "We like very much.  Peter is going
to die."

"Oh, I hope not," Kayla said, with a new sassiness.  "Not before
I'm done with him, anyway."

"Well, let's hurry and get out of here," Shelly said.  "I think
you're ready for step two."

Kayla agreed.  She turned and gave Sylvia a generous tip, as she
had also given to Miguel.  Both women hugged Angelina and thanked
her again on the way out.

The next stop was Macy's.  Shelly went through rack after rack
handing Kayla one skimpy top or tiny skirt after another.  Once
she figured they had enough variety to work with, she led Kayla
back to the dressing room to see how things fit.

As Kayla closed the dressing room door behind her, Shelly caught
it with one hand and reached into her purse with the other.

"Hang on," Shelly said, handing Kayla a ball of flesh-colored
pantyhose.  "Slip off your undies and put these on."

Kayla glanced at her sister.  Shelly stared back intently.  Kayla
nodded and slowly took the pantyhose from Shelly's hand.  The
door closed.  Kayla locked it from the inside.

"So where is Peter taking you?" Shelly asked as she stood guard.
Kayla took forever to answer.

"How do you tell which side is the front and which side is
the...oh, nevermind...what did you say?"

"I said, where is Peter taking you for dinner tonight?"

Again, Shelly's question was met with silence.  Moments later,
Kayla finally responded, although not the way Shelly was
expecting.

"God, you weren't kidding," Kayla said.  "These pantyhose feel
great.  I love the way they massage my legs.  Can we stop and get
more of these?"

"You can't buy them retail anymore," Shelly explained.  "I had to
order mine online. Keep those.  When I place my next order, I'll
buy extra.  We can share."

"Okay, thanks," Kayla said.  "Hey, can you hand me that tan skirt
with the red sleeveless top?  That will look nice together,
right?"

"You read my mind," Shelly said.  "Do you mind if I come in?"

The latch clicked open.  Shelly stepped in and re-locked the door
behind her.  Kayla stood in front of the full-length mirror,
mostly undressed.  Her nylon-covered toes twiddled against the
gray carpet.  Her ample tits hid behind an old-fashioned
polyester bra.  Her white cotton panties rested on top of her
neatly folded pants and sweater.

Kayla turned, letting Shelly inspect her from behind.

"What do you think?" Kayla asked.

"I think Peter doesn't know what he's been missing," Shelly said,
handing her sister the red top.

Kayla slid the form-fitting shell over her head.   She slipped
her arms through and leisurely ran her hands over the smooth red
material.  Her sliding hands continued past the bottom of her
shirt.  She fondly caressed her curving hips, relishing the silky
sensation of her new pantyhose.

She glanced at herself in the mirror and sadly lamented, "Peter
thinks I'm fat."

Shelly sucked her teeth.  "That's ridiculous," she said.  "You
were a size eight the day he met you.  You've gone up maybe one
dress size since the day you got married.   Big deal. You're
still better dlooking than most women.  Besides, I thought he
liked your full figure?"

"He used to," Kayla said.  "At least, he said he did.  I mean,
for God's sake, he used to accuse you of being too skinny. 
Anyone can see you're no toothpick."

"Hey!" Shelly said.  "Watch it.  I can still fit into my old
cheerleading uniform and that's all that matters.  It's a little
tight around the hips, but I can still wear it.  Mark my words.
When I'm dead and buried, I'll still be a perfect size six."

"Yes," Kayla said.  "And we'll all be very proud of you."

"Bitch," Shelly said, thrusting out the skirt.

"Slut," Kayla answered, snatching it away.

"Takes one to know one."

"Oh, that's original," Kayla said.  "It only took one to fuck the
whole football team, too."

Shelly smirked.  "I'm going to try really hard to forget that you
said that."

"I got you, didn't I?"  Kayla said, pointing her finger.  "For
once, I finally got you."

Shelly tried to hold back, but the effort only made her feel like
laughing even more. "Yeah," she admitted, smothering a laugh. 
"You got me good."

Kayla slid up the tight skirt and slipped on her new sandals. 
She stared in the mirror, as she arched her back and tossed her
lively new hair.  She smoothed her hands down over her sides, as
she twisted and turned from one angle to another.  Clearly, she
liked what she saw.

"You look gorgeous," Shelly said, confirming it more for herself
than anyone.

"I really do, don't I?"  Kayla answered, unable to turn from her
striking reflection.

Shelly just laughed and smiled.  She patiently allowed her sister
the chance to revel in her new skin.

"Well," Shelly said, "It's only 4:30.  We're still ahead of
schedule.  What else do you want to do?"

"Pick out some lingerie."

"A woman who knows what she wants.  This is good," Shelly said.
"All right, my little slut-in-training, let's move on to step
three."

Kayla looked completely tickled with herself.  Shelly started to
put back a few items, but Kayla grabbed everything, brought it
all to the cashier and plunked down her credit card. She left the
store with a full bag in each hand.

Victoria's Secret was well down on the opposite end of the mall.
Even with a loaded bag in each hand, Kayla didn't seem to mind
the long walk.  She moved at a brisk and newly inspired pace. 
The call of her new shoes clicking and clacking against the
marble floor echoed the same sound of her sister's heels.   The
further they walked, the more Kayla smiled and graciously
received every lustful stare.

Suddenly, like something inside her slammed on the brakes, Kayla
came to a dead stop. Her bags hit the floor.  Her cheeks flushed,
her chest heaved and her legs trembled.

"Kay," Shelly said, touching her arm.  "Are you all right?"

Kayla leaned back against the wall.  "I don't...I don't know,"
she said, shaky and out of breath.  "I just feel...kind
of...funny...all of a sudden."

"What do you mean funny?  Do you mean...in a good way?"

"Oh, it's good," Kayla said, gasping.  "It's better than good."

Shelly realized then and there what had to be done.  She scooped
up the bags, grabbed Kayla by the arm and dragged her into the
nearest ladies room.

The spotless restroom was surprisingly deserted, not that it
really mattered to Shelly at that point.  She pulled Kayla into
an empty stall and firmly pinned her sister's back against the
door.

"Lift up your skirt," Shelly said.  Kayla hesitated for a second.
 Slowly, she inched the hem over her crotch.  Her pantyhose were
soaked.

"Just what I thought," Shelly said.  "You just came in your new
pantyhose.  How did it feel?"

"Like nothing I've ever felt before," Kayla confessed.  "Do you
think anyone noticed?"

"Just me," Shelly said.  "Though I was pretty impressed.  It's
never happened to me that fast."

"You're probably just used to them," Kayla said.  "Though I could
definitely get used to them, too."

"I think you'd be amazed what you can get used to," Shelly
whispered.

For a moment, neither of them said a word.  Shelly could feel the
heat passing between them.  She simmered with a keen awareness of
how close she was to her sister's quivering body.  Their faces
slowly moved closer.  Shelly parted her lips invitingly.  Kayla
reached with her open mouth.  Shelly pulled back.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Shelly whispered.

"No," Kayla answered.  "But I don't care anymore."

"Okay," Shelly said. "Then we'll skip step three.  The next one
is better anyway."

"And what's that?"

"Just this," Shelly said, christening her sister's lips with a
moist kiss.

Kayla trembled on contact.  Shelly tingled from head to toe. 
Kayla's shivering body felt warm against her own.  Their lips fit
together like matching puzzle pieces.  Their hands busily
explored one and other, wandering over slopes and curves they had
never felt before.

Shelly teasingly circled her tongue around Kayla's mouth.  Kayla
could hardly stop shaking long enough to kiss back.  Still, she
opened her mouth.  Shelly's tongue sunk in. She glommed her hands
over Kayla's palm-sized breasts to the purring sound of her
sister's overheated moans.

Shelly pressed her lips hard against Kayla's mouth.  She felt
like devouring her sister whole.  Kayla gave up her tongue. 
Shelly sucked greedily.  Her hand slid down between Kayla's legs,
wandering over the pantyhose.  Wetness coated her fingers.  The
feathery nylon blended with the pliant texture of Kayla's fleshy
cunt.  Her clit stuck out like a sore thumb.  Shelly rubbed it
with the butt of her palm.  Kayla came instantly.  Shelly had
never seen anyone cum so fast.  It felt as if Kayla was letting
out all her emotions.  She threw her arms around Shelly's
shoulders and trembled like a leaf.

Shelly lunged for Kayla's neck.  She sniffed, licked and lightly
grazed with her teeth. Kayla gasped.  Shelly sucked harder.  Her
right hand pawed her sister's rising chest. Kayla clamped her
eyes shut.  She moaned recklessly.  Her nipples throbbed.

Shelly set a finger over Kayla's lips and made a quiet shushing
sound.  She slowly descended to her knees.  She prompted Kayla to
lift up one leg.  Kayla slung it over Shelly's shoulder.  Shelly
leaned in.  She pressed her lips flush against the dewy crease
and barely licked it with her tongue.

"Huhhh!" Kayla gasped, from the slightest contact.

Shelly took this as a good sign.  Her tongue skimmed over the
sheer nylon surface, gliding over her sister's clit in gentle
arabesques.  She loved how the pantyhose teased the tip of her
tongue.  She wanted to rip them open and drive her tongue deep in
that warm oozing slit, but Kayla's pantyhose forced her to wait.
Instead, she contented herself by sucking her sister's juices
through the sticky gauze.

With one good suck on Kayla's clit, her sister was wracked her by
another orgasm.  Both hands smacked against the walls of the
narrow stall.  Her hips lurched.  She grunted hard. Her cunt
smothered her sister's greedy mouth.

Shelly knew that Kayla hadn't been fucked in months.  She also
knew that her sister wasn't the type to masturbate.  For once,
she wanted Kayla to feel a real orgasm.  She wanted her sister to
release all the feelings she had kept bottled up for so long.

"I think it's happening again," Kayla warned as her legs wavered
uncontrollably.

Shelly would never have guessed that her sister was so orgasmic.
The river flowing from Kayla's cunt was just endless.

With no explanation, Shelly quickly stood up, spun Kayla around
and made her squat on the open toilet seat.  She turned, faced
the door and straddled her sister's legs, bending over so her
hose-covered ass loomed before Kayla's face.

As Kayla leaned back, Shelly held her sister's silk-laden thighs
and spread them far apart. She lovingly swept her hands along
those soft heavenly pantyhose, purposely lingering over her
sister's spongy cunt.  She urgently slid her fingers under the
waistband and wondrously ran her fingers over the slushywetness.

Shelly moaned as she felt Kayla's soothing hands gingerly
brushing down her legs.  Her touch was so patient, carefully
searching out every curve.  Shelly instantly thought of Jonathan
and his slow meticulous hands.  As much as Kayla clearly enjoyed
wearing pantyhose, feeling them on her sister was obviously even
more exciting.

Suddenly, Shelly felt Kayla's hands sliding up under her skirt. 
Her sister took firm hold of her ass and gave it a good squeeze
that made Shelly's pussy tingle.

Shelly hooked her middle finger into Kayla's dripping slot.  She
curled it from the inside and jiggled it back and forth against
her sister's G-spot.  She watched as Kayla's cranberry toenails
curled against the soles of her new sandals.  She then whispered
a cryptic warning.

"Try to relax," Shelly said.  "If it feels like you have to pee,
just let it go. Okay?"

"Uh huh," Kayla answered, half-listening as she panted and
squirmed against the cold plastic basin.

Shelly wedged in her ring finger.  Kayla's pussy was tight as a
glove, no doubt from lack of use.  Still, all the moisture made
it easy to slide in a second finger.  Shelly could feel the walls
stretch to receive them.  She slowly pumped them in and out of
that virgin-tight snatch.  The seamless pantyhose made it easy
for her to pump as hard as she wanted.  The stretchy nylon
offered little resistance.

Shelly jostled in and out faster and harder.  She whimpered when
Kayla found her clit and started rubbing it too.  Her sister's
fingers zeroed in and rapidly began to vibrate. Shelly's clit
throbbed from the sudden friction against her silky pantyhose.  
Still, she focused on rubbing Kayla's G-spot.  Her fingers rooted
like a plunger.  Kayla's legs kicked out and wheeled around
ecstatically.  Her moans echoed through the private chamber. 
Shelly's stabbing fingers turned those moans into screams.

"Hhhuhhhhh! Ohhhh!! Huhh! Huhh! Huhh! Ohhh my God! Ohh my God!
What's happening! Ohhh!  Ohh Shelly! Your fingers! Ohhh God!!
Ahhh!! Ahhhhh!!!"

Kayla screeched and squealed.  Shelly kept her fingers plunging
in and out of that sloppy cunt.  Kayla made a sound between
sobbing and wailing that told Shelly it was time.  The dam burst.
 Kayla squirted in her pantyhose.

Shelly finger-fucked her sister's pussy with all her strength. 
Warm gushes of watery girl- cum sprayed out of Kayla's slit,
leaving her pantyhose drenched.  Shelly tickled that sensitive
G-spot and kept the juices flowing until Kayla's river had
completely run dry.

Kayla's feet fell to the floor.  She slumped over the toilet in
an exhausted heap.  Shelly carefully maneuvered herself the other
way and then helped her weary sister to her feet.

The glazed looked in her sister's teary eyes told Shelly that
Kayla had no idea what she had just done to her.  Of course,
Shelly was more than ready to take her back home and demonstrate
it again, as often as needed.

"We'd better get out of here before we get arrested," Shelly
said.

Kayla could barely focus her dizzy eyes.  "Okay," she whispered,
trying to catch her breath.  "God, Shelly...what did you...I've
never...what was that?"

Shelly silenced her with a passionate kiss.  "Shhh," she said. 
"Not here.  Let's get you home."

Kayla pulled her in for another kiss.  Shelly couldn't resist. 
Their tongues foraged in each other's mouths for several
passionate seconds.  Shelly raised her wet fingers and slipped
them between Kayla's lips.  Kayla suckled them before she
considered where they'd been.

"Good girl," Shelly said.  "A good slut should love the taste of
her own pussy."

Kayla's eyes instantly opened.   Shelly's cum-tainted fingers
clung to her bottom lip. Kayla paused for a second, then flashed
a dirty smile.  Shelly watched as Kayla's wicked tongue swirled
around the tip of her gooey finger.  A slut was born.

As they started to make a discrete exit, the door of the ladies
room noisily blew open. Two gossiping teenage girls loudly
entered.  Kayla raised her eyebrows in distress. Shelly undid the
latch, then turned back and smiled, ignoring her sister's obvious
concern. She took Kayla by the hand, pulled the door open and
calmly led her to the nearest sink.

"I needed that so bad," Shelly said, with an exaggerated sigh of
relief.  She leaned over and kissed Kayla on the lips.  The two
girls stared with their mouths sagging open.

Shelly pulled out a stick of lipstick, faced the mirror and gave
herself a quick touch-up.

"Come on, Kay," she said.  "These girls look anxious to get
started.  Let's give them some privacy."

Shelly again held Kayla's hand and together they pleasantly
skipped out.

As the girls followed them with their gaping eyes, Kayla turned
back, smiled and said, "It's all yours, ladies.  Don't hurt
yourselves."

Once they were outside, Shelly and Kayla flopped on a wooden
bench and instantly giggled like teenagers themselves.

"Oh, my God," Shelly said, laughing.  "That was hysterical."

"I know," Kayla said.  "The look on their faces was priceless."

"You really handled yourself well in there," Shelly said.  "I
thought you might panic when I kissed you, but you didn't even
flinch.  I don't know what possessed you to say that last thing,
but it almost killed me."

"What can I say?"  Kayla said.  "I'm a whole new woman now. 
Anything's possible."

"You know, I'm really starting to believe that," Shelly said,
checking the time.  "It's almost five.  What do you say we get
the car, head to your house and finish warming you up for your
big night?"

"Mmmm," Kayla said. "Yes, I think we should definitely go get the
car.  I'd like to spend a little more time flirting with that
cute valet of yours.

Shelly smiled.  "Charming little devil, isn't he?"

"I'll say," Kayla answered, mimicking his cool seductive voice. 
"'I love your eyes.  They remind me of the ocean.'"  She giggled.
 "God, I could just eat him up."

"Oooh," Shelly said.  "Now that's the best idea you've had all
day.  I haven't had my protein fix yet."

"Your what?"

"Protein," Shelly repeated.  "You know how you're always asking
me how I keep my hair and skin looking so young and healthy?"

"Yeah," Kayla said.  "You told me you were on some specialdiet."

"I am," Shelly said.  "I swallow at least once a day."

"Swallow what?"

"Cum."

Kayla frowned.  "You mean semen?"

"That's my secret," Shelly explained.  "It's incredibly high in
protein."

"So," Kayla asked, straining to make this somehow sink in. 
"You're telling me that you actually plan this into your diet
everyday?"

"It works too," Shelly said, nodding emphatically.  "Not only
does it help me maintain my appearance, it raises my energy, my
metabolism and my sex drive."

"God," Kayla whispered.  "So, it helps you control your weight?"

"I'm still a perfect size six."  Shelly smiled.

"So what does it taste like?"

"You've never tried it?"

Kayla grimaced.  "Never."

"Okay, then," Shelly said, rising to her feet.  "I think it's
time for your first sample.  And I'm sure you can guess where we
can get some for you."

"Tony," Kayla whispered, with a curious smile.

Shelly fluttered her pretty lashes and whispered back, "Are you
ready for a little treat?"

Kayla slowly uncrossed her legs, rose from her seat and stood
with a confidence that seemed to rise up from her sexy newshoes.

"I'm ready," Kayla said in bold tone.  "I just hope his treat
isn't too little."

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *


Shelly and Kayla exited the mall looking more like sisters than
they ever had before. Even with all the new attention Kayla was
suddenly receiving from all the men passing by, it was Shelly who
seemed to have the most trouble tearing her eyes away.

Kayla barely seemed like the same woman.  Her smoldering
blue-green eyes openly invited men to stare.  She never looked
away.  She playfully smiled back and kept right on walking, with
her shoulders back and her head held high.

Her frisky new hair was light, bouncy and glowed like bronze. 
Her moist fleshy lips made Shelly want to grab her and suck off
what little was left of her candy red lipstick. Her invigorated
breasts sprang with new buoyancy, rising up from under her tight
red top. Her generous hips bowed under her snug miniskirt,
switching with every rhythmic step. Her liberated legs were
finally exposd to the fresh autumn breeze that kissed her through
the sheerness of her thin pantyhose.  The gauzy nylon made her
precious feet look scrumptious, as her brand new sandals
temptingly revealed her sexy cranberry toenails.

As Shelly examined her sister from head to toe, her eyes sparkled
with more than just pride at her own stunning achievement.  What
Shelly saw in Kayla was something that she deeply believed had
been there all along.

Tony waited outside, leaning against Shelly's convertible with
his arms folded casually. His red vest had been replaced by a
white muscle shirt, with baggy jeans and black low- tops.  The
car had been waxed and buffed to a high shine.  Shelly was
impressed with his effort, but now she had another job in mind.

"So what do you think?" Shelly said, gesturing toward her new and
improved older sister.

Tony squinted in Kayla's direction.  He hardly recognized her.

"Wow!" he finally said, as his eyes flashed open.

"Thank you," Kayla answered, with a smile.  "That's the nicest
thing a guy has said to me in a long time."

Tony just kept staring and shaking his head.  "God damn," he
said.  "You look...I can't even think of a word.  All I can say
is...Wow!"

"Wow is good," Kayla said.  "I like wow.  But I can't take much
credit.  It was all Shelly's idea."

Shelly shrugged.  "All I did was bring out what she alreadyhad."

"Well, you sure as hell did that," Tony said.  "Seriously, Mrs.
H, are all the women in your family this hot?"

Shelly giggled.  "We've been lucky so far," she said.  "You did a
really great job on the car, by the way.  It's looks brand new."

"Don't I always deliver," Tony said.

"Yes," Shelly said.  "Every time.  And while I hate to keep
asking you for favors, there's just one other thing that we're
really hoping you can help us with."

"Name it."

"Well," Shelly explained.  "We sort of need you to, umm...make a
donation, so to speak."

"A donation?" Tony frowned.  "Mrs. H, you know I think you're the
greatest, but I don't carry much extra cash.  I pretty much live
on my tips."

"I don't think you understand," Shelly said.  "Is there somewhere
around here where we can be alone?"

"Alone?" Tony said.  "You mean, the three of us?"

"That's right," Shelly said.  "I'd rather explain this in
private."

"Okay," Tony said.  "There's a utility room down in the basement
that the janitors let us use to, well...you know.  Anyway, I've
got my own key.  It's a little messy, but no one will botherus."

"That's perfect," Shelly said.  "Where can we leave the car?"

"We can just take it with us," Tony said.  "We'll have to drive
over to the south entrance. There should be plenty of parking
over there."

"Okay," Shelly said.  "Why don't you drive.  You've got the keys
anyway."

"Sure," Tony said, as the three of them hopped in the car and
sped off to the other side of the mall.

The utility room was just a short walk from the car.  Tony led
them across the loading dock, then down a short flight of stairs.
 They followed him through a dimly lit hallway under the mall
itself.  He stopped and unlocked a door just beside a large
freight elevator.

As the door opened, Shelly was hit by the smell of ammonia, or
maybe turpentine.  She couldn't tell for sure.  The room was full
of dirty mops, grimy buckets and half-empty paint cans.

"God," Kayla said, crinkling her nose.  "It smells like pot in
here."

"We like to smoke in here," Tony confessed.  "Helps the girls
relax.  I might have a joint left, if you need a toke," he said,
fishing into his deep pockets.

"Pull out your cock," Shelly said directly.

"What?" Tony said, staring blankly.

"Your cock," Shelly repeated.  "Show it to us."

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," Tony answered.

Shelly quirked her eyebrow, then casually went from left to
right, peeling down her loose spaghetti straps.  Her flimsy top
weightlessly slipped off her chest.  Her jaw-dropping tits lunged
toward Tony's gawking face.

"Yes," Shelly said, squeezing them as proof.  "They're real."

"No shit," Tony said, licking his lips.  "They look even better
than I imagined."

"And just how often do you like to...imagine?"

"At least twice a day," Tony said.

"Have you done it in here?"

Tony nodded.  "Couple times."

"Show us how."

Tony glanced over at Kayla.  "Is this for real?"

Kayla smiled.  She stepped over and rubbed her palm against the
bulge in his pants.

"Feels pretty real to me," she whispered.

Tony shuddered.  "God, I can't believe this," he gasped.

Kayla kissed his mouth.  "Just relax, sweetheart.  We don't want
you to get overexcited."

"It's too late for that," Tony said, with a nervous laugh.  "I
don't think I've ever been this excited."

"Kayla," Shelly whispered, rubbing her nipples, as she watched
from a short distance. "Pull down his zipper."

Kayla glanced back at Shelly, nodded twice and then slowly opened
his fly.

"Now reach in and pull out his cock."

Kayla followed orders.  The head popped right out.  It was fat,
stubby and a light shade of brown.  The shaft angled up, long and
hard.  Shelly couldn't see his balls, but she imagined they were
quite full.

"Feels like rigor mortis," Kayla said, as her elegant fingers
folded around his throbbing rod.  "Do you always get this hard?"

Tony rapidly shook his head.  "Uh, no," he stammered.  "This is a
first."

"Well, that's good, then," Kayla told him.  "This is kind of a
first for me, too.  The reason we wanted to be alone with you is
because I need you to give me something I've never had before."

Tony inhaled.  "You mean an orgasm?"

Kayla smiled.  "God, you're a doll," she answered.  "But no, not
that."

"Then, I don't get it," he said.  "What else could I give you
that you've never had?"

Kayla paused.  She turned back to Shelly, who dipped her head in
quiet encouragement.

Kayla looked back at Tony.  Her fingers lightly stroked up and
down.

"I've never swallowed before," Kayla whispered.  "I need you to
cum in my mouth."

"No way," Tony replied.  "I can never get girls to do that."

"Never send a girl to do a woman's job," Shelly replied.

"So," Tony wondered.  "Are you going to take turns, or what?"

"Oh," Shelly said, frowning at the thought.  "I'm sorry.  I
didn't mean to give you the wrong impression.  We didn't come
here to suck your cock.  We're both married women. That wouldn't
be right.  Kayla just needs to taste your cum so she can do a
better job on her husband."

"Her husband?" Tony repeated.  "Oh, come on, Mrs. H.  You can't
do this.  I was all excited.  Now, you're telling me...what are
you telling me?"

"I'm saying that we'll show you ours, if you show us yours," she
calmly answered. "Then, whenever you're ready, Kayla will kneel
down and let you make your deposit."

Kayla gave Shelly an uncertain glance.  Shelly blinked back
impassively.

"That's the deal," Shelly said, looking back at Tony.  "Either
way, you'll still have a great story that you can tell your
kids."

Tony sighed.  Shelly wriggled her index finger at Kayla.  Her
sister slowly came over. Shelly kept one eye on Tony, as she
grabbed her sister and gave her a deep, steamy tongue kiss.  Tony
flipped out.

"What the fuck!" he shouted.  "She's your...Oh, my God!  That's
your fucking sister!"

"I know who she is," Shelly said, as their lips came unglued. 
"And we've done a lot more than that."

Tony quickly took hold of his cock and deliberately stroked. 
"Don't stop," he begged.

Shelly watched as his tight fist slid up and down the brawny
shaft.  She guided Kayla's head down to her naked breasts.  Kayla
took one nipple between her lips.  Shelly moaned. Kayla licked it
softly.  She clearly was in no hurry.  Her tongue slowly glided
around her sister's pink areola.  Soft wet circles got harder and
faster until Shelly's nipple ached from the pleasure.  Then,
Kayla bit down.

"Hahhh," Shelly gasped.  "Oh, yes!  Bite it.  Bite my nipple. 
Mmmmm fuck!"

Kayla snagged it and tugged, pinching the other nipple between
her fingers.  When that one looked hard enough, she sucked it
right up in her mouth.  Shelly howled.   She watched Tony busily
jerking himself off just a few feet away.

"Does it feel good?" he asked impulsively.

"Mmmmm yessss," Shelly whispered.  "Feels so good.  God, Kayla,
your mouth is incredible.  I knew you could do this.  I just knew
it."

Kayla sprang up and swooped in on Shelly's lips.  Shelly could
feel her breath being sucked out by her sister's urgent mouth. 
Their faces twisted and turned in a furious effort to feed on one
and other.  Kayla fondled Shelly's tits.  Shelly slid her hands
between Kayla's legs.  The moisture was still there, as Shelly
rubbed her hot pussy through those soggy pantyhose.

"Ohh God!" Kayla said, the moment Shelly's fingers brushed over
her clit.  "I don't know what it is.  When you touch me like
that...I can't describe it."

"That's what sisters are for," Shelly said.  "Do you think we
should show Tony what I did to you in the ladies room?"

Kayla nodded quickly.  Shelly pushed her against the grungy wall,
then yanked her skirt down to the dusty floor.  Any thought of
ruining her new clothes was completely forgotten.  Clearly, her
slutty outfit had already served its purpose.

"Spread your legs," Shelly told her, as she hooked her thumbs
into Kayla's pantyhose and partially slid them down.

Shelly knelt on the dirty floor, poising herself between her
sister's lewdly splayed thighs. She couldn't see Tony, but she
could hear him breathing, as she watched Kayla study him with
silent appreciation.

"Oh yeah, Mrs. H," Tony urged.  "Lick that pink pussy."

Shelly hadn't plan to, but the lurid thought sent her tongue
trailing over Kayla's damp slit.

"Ahhhhhh," Kayla whimpered.  "Mmmm, yeah.  Lick me right there."

"Do what?" Shelly asked, gazing upward.

"Lick my cunt," Kayla answered properly.  "Tongue fuck me hard!"

Shelly hastily complied.  Kayla groaned.  Shelly drilled her
tongue in that steamy box and poked it in and out like a hot
sewing needle.  Kayla could find nothing else to grab except
Shelly's hair.  Shelly mewled as Kayla snatched two handfuls and
jerked them with each thrust of her jolting hips.

"Oh, man, I can't take this," Tony said, starting to drool.  "I'm
ready to cum right now."

"No, don't," Kayla pleaded.  "Not until we tell you.  Just
keeping stroking your cock.  I want you to shoot as much cum as
you can."

Shelly couldn't believe her ears.  "Mmmm, yes," she whispered
proudly.  "Now that's how a slut should beg."

Kayla looked down and smiled at her sister.  "Before I let Tony
cum in my mouth," she whispered.  "I think I should cum in
yours."

"Give me your hand," Shelly said.  Kayla promptly brought it
forward.  Shelly curled the third and fourth finger so they bent
back against her palm.   "I want you to slide these fingers in
your pussy and keep them just like that."

Kayla inserted them on command.  Shelly could hear the squish. 
She looked up and saw Kayla's eyes already bulging with untold
bliss.

"Now," Shelly continued.  "You should feel a firm ridge against
the front wall of your pussy."

Kayla nodded.   "Uh huh!"

"Wiggle your fingers back and forth."

Doing this made Kayla gasp out loud.  Her knees buckled.  Shelly
could see how easy this was going to be.

"Faster," she ordered.  "Fuck yourself hard."

Kayla had already started.  The sound of her fingers squelching
in and out was all anyone could hear in that cold, dingy room. 
Shelly leaned her face right under Kayla's runny sleeve.  Her
hands settled on the smooth pantyhose covering her sister's
trembling knees.

"Harder," Shelly insisted.  "Make yourself cum."

"Ohhh gaawwddd!" Kayla screamed.  Her fingers were a blur.  "Yes!
Yes! Yes!  Oh fuck!  Ohhh ahhh huhhhh yeahhh unnnggahhhh
hmmmmyeahhhh ohhhh fffuucckkkk!!!"

"Yes, honey," Shelly cried.  "Let it out.  Let it all out. 
C'mon.  Let me taste you!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Kayla erupted.  "I'm
cummmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnggggg!!!"

Shelly opened her mouth.  Warm sprinkles of golden rain showered
her outstretched tongue.  The hot juices missing her waiting
mouth thrillingly splashed all over her beaming face.  Shelly
savored the rich bouquet.  She hungrily slid her ecstatic tongue
over her sticky lips, cleaning off every bit of that decadent
flavor.  Her sister's cum could not have tasted more delicious.

Before Shelly even thought to ask, she was already sucking on
Kayla's greasy fingers. Kayla had seen that empty mouth and
stuffed her fingers right in.  Shelly was beside herself.  She
could only imagine how their lives would soon change when Kayla
got involved with her, Greg and the kids.

"That's it," Tony signaled.  "I can't take anymore.  I need to
cum right now!"

Shelly could not have predicted what happened next.  Kayla
practically shoved her out of the way, as she dove to the floor
and crammed Tony's cock in her mouth.

"Hmmmpphhhh," Kayla moaned, with her lips locked around Tony's
pole.

"Ohhhh ssshhhit!"  Tony swore, with his hand falling on Kayla's
head.

Shelly wasn't sure how many blowjobs Kayla had given before. 
Yet, she looked on with astonishment at what appeared to be an
incredibly natural talent.

Kayla sucked like she was forcing ice cream up through a straw. 
Her cheeks hollowed as her head rollicked back and forth with
abandon.  She didn't seem to mind when Tony grabbed her head,
pumping his hips in perfect rhythm with her noisy gulps.

"Suck it, Kay," Shelly called out like the cheerleader she was. 
"Suck that cock!"

"Mmmppphhh," Kayla answered, unable or unwilling to let go. 
Shelly guessed the latter.

"Oh, you nasty little bitch," Tony growled.  "Yeah, yeah, suck my
fucking cock!  I'm gonna cum in your mouth!  You hear me?  I'm
gonna cum in your fucking mouth!"

Kayla gazed up with those ocean-blue eyes, nodding invitingly, as
she cheerfully answered, "Mm hmm."

Tony let out a loud cry.  His head flew all the way back.  His
hand pressed against Kayla's head, but Shelly could tell there
was no need.  Kayla was eagerly sipping out his cream.  The more
he shot in her mouth, the bigger her eyes got as her cheeks
filled with his scalding load.  She raked her fingernails under
his balls, which only made him groan louder and surely sent out
yet another spurt.

"Don't swallow yet," Shelly insisted.  "Not until you show me
first."

Kayla turned toward Shelly with her cheeks all puffed out.  She
opened her mouth just a bit too fast, spilling some jizz that
landed in her quick hand.  Shelly promptly zoomed in and cleaned
those fingers.  Tony had some tasty sperm.  Shelly was jealous.

As Kayla open wide, Shelly could see the generous mouthful that
Tony had unleashed. He certainly hadn't lied.  He always
delivered.  His watery nut drowned Kayla's tongue in a foamy sea
of messy white cum.  Kayla bravely closed her mouth, shut her
eyes, and then shivered as she forced all of it down her throat.
Shelly gave her a round of applause.

"That's my girl," Shelly said, smiling with pride.  "Now, who
said I couldn't make you a slut in under six hours?"

"Miracles have been known to happen," Kayla said, wearing a
satisfied smile of her own. "But I blame it all on the
pantyhose."



To be continued...


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