Although I had met Vicky before, this was the first time I had been to her house. I was impressed by its size. We parked on the drive and a maid answe...red the door. They must earn a lot of money, I thought to myself. Either Liz is on a big salary or her husband, Paul, is rolling in it.There was no sign of Paul. We had lunch, cooked and served by the maid who was very attractive in a short black uniform dress and high heels. The three of us were just enjoying a cup of coffee when the phone rang.. Just as the Gimalif would have crushed her, she vanished."Where am I?" she asked the general public (and general world if it made any difference). She was on an island with a pink house on it but seeing how there was no reply to her question she slipped into the very odd looking house. She tip toed up the stairs and into the bed room and when she finally realized she was in a bed room she decided to take a little nap.A few hours later she woke up to the sound of voices down stairs and footsteps. It sounded like music to my ears. One of her siblings spoke and my teen gave a sweet little pout. What a gorgeous mouth. Such a perfect angel!She was holding hands with a fourth girl, obviously another sister. Such a large group might be difficult to control but I decided to follow them just in case.Until I could determine their names, I called them: Dad, One, Two, Three, and Four… with One being the tallest, my angel, and continuing down the line to the shortest being number Four. They. She joined me in licking her glistening milk glands, lifting her large tits and helping herself to a bellyful of my virile seed. I leaned forward and our tongues met as she was slurping up cum form her left nipple. We engaged in a deep tongue-twisting French-kiss as I pushed my still engorged head to her pussylips.Wait, what are you doing?, she tried to push me back but was unable to move my bulky frame the slightest. Her hands clasped at my hard pecs as her will melted away. Please, Tim, put.