Ich reckte mich, g?hnte und schaute in den Schrankspiegel - ichwar immer noch ein M?dchen. Etwas deprimiert dar?ber lie? ich den Kopfh?ngen.Es klopfte... an der T?r."Yumiko, ich bin dann weg, du hast heute Training vergiss das nicht",drang durch die T?r."Viel Spa? bei der Arbeit, Mom", gab ich ihr zur Antwort.Dieses mal fiel die T?r ganz normal ins Schloss.Ich g?hnte noch einmal herzhaft, bevor ich auf den Flur hinaus tapperteund die Treppe nach unten in die K?che ging. Auch hier hatte sich. We were being guys. It's not a good excuse, but it's what happened. And then just for kicks I turned on the TV to see if we could find something sexy to watch." Yes?" Samantha said. "And then?" And then," Pete returned to the conversation. I hoped to hell that his brain fog had cleared up. "We were watching these two girls ... and we couldn't believe what we were seeing, because..." I thought I would have to interrupt again. "Because they reminded us so much of you two." Phew. I thought that. I will tell it in her own words.My job consisted of filling shelves during the day, and to do this I had to make several visits to the warehouse to refill my trolley with stock. There was several young men that worked there, all in their late teens and early twenties. I was fifty five at the time, and going through a rather nasty divorce. I still regarded myself as attractive with shoulder length blonde hair, lovely brown eyes and still had a reasonable figure, with the best parts being my bum. My sister, at the time, was about 4' 4, with a flat chest and long browny-blonde hair coming to just above her pert little ass, resting on top of her small, shapely thighs and tiny feet.I myself am called Matthew, usually known as Matt. At the time I was 4 '5 with short, spikey dark brown hair and a small, but wide frame. I've been called cute alot throughout my life, especially by friends of my older sister, Hannah, and my mother, Anne. Enough of descriptions and on with the story though. My.