We had screwed a few times before the summer break but this was the first time I’d seen them together since the beginning of the semester.Tricia had... been fairly straight-laced when I first met her but, after spending a couple of years at school with Kelly, she had a new outlook on life. And her pussy. I knew her well enough to know that through the giggles about the dirty movie she was actually interested in going. I just let the topic hang in the air for a moment.Kelly said, “What do you. Let it go. It doesn't exist. You're barking up a tree that ain't there". I looked her square in the eye and said "What if I told you that I have proof that futunari, I mean real futunari not the fake stuff did exist?"I began to relay all of my experiences in Tokyo to her, in hopes that she might come around to see things my way, and perhaps even commission my futunari work as a legit piece. She seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, or perhaps aroused as I explained the unexplainable. In fact it is a matter of considerable study and supposition for all the siblings as to which wife is actually their birth mother, for me especially since I knew that whoever it was would be sharing my reign and my bed for the remainder of our lives. Given that the dates of our birth are well documented in the heraldry as are the dates of marriage for each of the wives, one can see who might or might not be one's own birth mother.For instance, Mirana, my father's fifth wife, came to the. I want them to hurry so we can leavewithout my secret being discovered by anyone else, but that doesn'thappen. I hear laughing and the girls from the elevator are coming withmote friends to see me."She's in the backseat," calls the woman to the girls and my door isopened.I am so ashamed I cannot look up. Instead I stare down at my pink coat,seeing my white stocking thighs exposed because the coat had ridden upwhen I was put in the backseat. Not that it matters since, one of thegirls pulls.