"The giggles from the bed increased, as Molly and Maria both startedsinging a doowop harmony: "Doo dwoo, doo dwoo duties." Rosie continued tolook at m...e, eyebrows raised, her six inch tapping the floor inimpatience.I remembered the game. Flustered, I managed to blurt out the old refrain."Please Miss Rosie, may I wash your panties?" Oh Unka Dwoo, if you must," Rosie sighed, "if you must. But I think youmust ask Miss Molly and Miss Maria too. Miss Annabelle and Miss Georgiaas well, I suppose."This. “The rooms,” she said as we cruised along a corridor. “All along here except two on the ground floor and one at the top that we call the Honeymoon Suite. Let’s look at that.”I followed her up the stairs, watching her full buttocks working beneath her dress as she climbed. I felt she was talking to me through her body, sending me messages and invitations.When we entered the Honeymoon Suite she closed the door gently and locked it. She stretched out her arms, beckoning me in, and I embraced her.. It was my turn to laugh as I turned the hot water back on. My laughter was short lived as all three girls began to chew me out.It seems that they can pick on me, but I am not allowed to pick on them. We all dried off and dressed. The girls wanted to move on to France, Italy and Greece. We chose the train to get to France and paid for a private car. Since it was near dinner time when we boarded the train we got settled in our car and then moved to the diner car. The meal was wonderful, and we. We left it at that.Helen dropped her hands to her sides, apparently wanting me to divest her of her robe. I turned her around so that she faced me, as we squatted on the bed. Slowly, as slowly as I could, I brought my hands up to the cleavage of her robe and parted it slightly. My voice caught in my throat as the flushed skin of her breasts came into view, inch by precious inch. I reached the belt of her robe, she having already tied it after seeing my reluctance, and with a little tug, undid.