Couples were gyrating on the dance floor to the heartbeat thumping of hip-hop music. Wendi breathed in the intoxicating odor of a variety of colognes... and perfumes, mixed in with tangy sweat, as she walked onto the dance floor. Yet anticipating a nice evening of dancing, Wendi sought her corner, and began to move. Slowly accustoming herself to the beat, she gyrated and moved like a sex goddess. Suddenly she felt someone behind her, as strong arms wrapped around her waist. ‘Hello again sexy…’. Tina had picked out that bikini for Anita only a few months before. It had been a little on the edge for her. Now, baby sister was already outgrowing it in all the right ways. The onset of puberty had set certain growths in motion. About a third of Anita's little nipple was visible along with her modest cleavage. Tina could simply tug the cup up and conceal it, and she did, but it was just going to happen again. She pulled Anita into a hug. "Alright baby sister, do you have another bathing suit. There would be no more private schools, no more designer clothes, and no more recreational drugs.Amy's mother, at my suggestion, would probably become a thousand-a-night "escort" in D.C. and Baltimore; she had no other talent, but in bed she was wonderful. I had enjoyed her many times as the family's lawyer.In came Amy, carefully dressed, her hair perfect of course, and her maturing body ripening rapidly. "Hi, Uncle Jack," she greeted me, and I waved her to a chair and quickly told her the. In fact we soon learnt that Liz packed one hell of a left hook, and more than one of my - would be Casanova - colleagues walked around the office sporting dark glasses for a week or two, after they had taken her out."Liz, you really must stop beating all the guys up. It really hurts their ego's and you could finish up giving them a complex." I jokingly said to her one morning. After yet another Casanova entered the office wearing a large pair of sunglasses."Bugger Jim, what do they expect? Just.