It was Dan's wife, Billie. She was in her bathrobe, a long terry-cloth one. It was loosely belted and covered a black slip.
"What are you doing, Dan?" Her tone was not accusatory, but one of curiousity.
"Oh, just looking out at a lovely morning, dear." he replied.
"You weren't looking at that girls' school, were you?" She calmly unbelted her robe.
"No, not at all."
"That's good. Anyway, I have a job for you."
"A job?"
"Yes." She got a dreamy look on her face. "We need you to measure our tits."
"What?"
"The three of us need to know how big our tits are. I think we are all at least D cuppers now, but we have to be sure." She slipped off her robe.
"Um, OK..."
"C'mon."
Billie, with a strange look on her face, as if she was in a trance, walked towards her sisters' room. She does look bigger, thought Dan. She calmly opened the door.
Ronnie and Charlie sat on their bed. Ronnie was in a very revealing bra, and Charlie was wearing a red nightie that tied under her tits. Both smiled as Billie walked in.
"Dan agreed to measure our big tits." The two sisters smiled at Dan as he walked in. |