There were two large wheelie type bins in there with all the dirty sheets and blankets they had collected that morning. They were waiting for someone ...to place them into two large, aging washing machines. I did not fancy the idea of digging my clean hands through all those soiled sheets that guys had rolled in, farted in, rubbed against themselves, blown their noses into, wiped themselves on or even (gulp!) masturbated on. But I wanted those pants. I could not afford to lose them, not now. I did. Part of the joys in my life is seeing what happens with those two.So I'm eclipsed by Nikki and Cindy. I can live with that. I'm also in the shadow of my step-daughter, the fearsome pTerri-dactyl.It's a subject of giggles, really. We picked up Terri only weeks before my high school graduation. It's a good thing in two ways. One, Terri is absolutely lovable and we've bonded, to use the contemporary pseudo-psychological terminology. The fortunate thing with that 'few weeks' is that if we'd've had. She walked into the dining room as Gary and then Terrence breeched the bar area just behind the hostess stand.For Terrence, time seemed to slow almost to a crawl. He just saw the side of the face of a woman with long, reddish brown hair. It was a brown silky fountain that cascaded off the head and over the shoulders. Her profile was a symphony in motion. Her walk was fluid, her shape was trim and slim but full and ripe at the same time. He knew there would be no sign of unsightly bones of a. Suddenly his bra catch broke andhis breasts shot out, bouncing and jiggling into a more naturalposition on his slim chest, breasts that were gigantic and easilybigger than his head! His nipples tingled as the cool air caused themto grow stiff, jutting out over an inch and throbbing with sensitivity,causing him to shudder!Him? No. He was a girl, right?"Danielle. You look so yummy," The impossibly high, squeaky voice thatcould only belong to a cartoon character caused him to look over to theseat..