A short while later, they pulled onto the gravel drive of the Ramierez family home. Breaking the kiss long enough to look out the window, Mollie took it in and realised it was more or less what she had expected. Not a mansion, certainly, but a large, detached house which looked like it was very well-maintained. Although it was hard to tell its exact colour from the mix of fluorescent security light and orange street-lamps that currently illuminated it, Mollie thought it looked to be a very pale shade of green, “Apple-White”, she had seen the colour described as before. Clearly having been watching out for them, Isabelle and Sophia opened the door and stood framed in the doorway wearing silk, lace-trimmed night-dresses that barely passed their hips, their perky young nipples tenting the front of the thin fabric. The driver got out and gave them a friendly salute then opened the door for the two women. Maria ran to her daughters and embraced them, giving them both loving kisses on the lips.

Following close behind after thanking the driver, Mollie saw a man who she took to be around forty years old, with a resemblance to the rest of the family but dressed far more casually. He put his arms around both the girls and they cuddled to him with obvious affection.

“How have they been?” Maria asked after exchanging cheek-kisses with him. “Behaving themselves, I hope?”

“They’ve been good as gold!” the man assured her.

“And is it still attached?” Maria asked cheekily, making the girls giggle and the man blush a little.

“I might take a long bath in some ice when I get home!” the man chuckled. “Okay, girls!” He leaned down and kissed them both in a sweetly innocent way, despite how they had clearly been spending the evening. “Be good for your mum and I’ll see you on Sunday!”

“Bye Uncle Vic!” Isabella waved to him as he headed out towards the car which was apparently now going to take him home. “Thanks for coming over!” Sophia waved too and blew kisses which he reciprocated out the car window before being driven off.

“My brother.” Maria explained. “He’s such a sweetheart! The girls just adore him!” Mollie grinned. It was very clear indeed that their handsome uncle was Sophia and Isabella’s favourite babysitter and it really didn’t seem like he was getting the raw end of the deal either! “Girls, you remember Mollie, of course?” The both hugged her enthusiastically in the doorway and she hugged them back, their skimpy negligees somehow making them seem more naked than when she had inspected them with nothing on at all! “We should probably go inside!” Maria suggested. Isabella took Mollie’s hand and led her into the hallway then further in, through to the living room which was decorated with tasteful opulence while still looking like a family home that was lived in and enjoyed.

At Isabella’s insistence, Mollie sat down in the middle of the big, velvet-covered sofa which was a rich, forest green colour, and the girls cuddled to either side of her, their knees tucked underneath them.

“Let me fetch you a drink.” Maria offered graciously. “Then I’ll let the girls entertain you for a couple of minutes while I go change. I got a special outfit fir this evening, I hope you like it!” The twinkle in Maria’s eye was more than enough to tell Mollie that she absolutely would!

“Was the dinner good?” Sophia asked as her mum disappeared, presumably to the kitchen. “We went there for my birthday last year and had this really cute boy!”

“Sophia ate his willy!” Isabella giggled.

“It was really good!” Mollie confirmed. “We had this lovely little piglet named Ava. Her meat was as sweet as her personality!”

“Good!” Isabella nodded forcefully. “Girls taste much better than boys!”

“You weren’t saying that when you were sucking off Uncle Vic earlier!” Sophia teased.

“That’s different!” Isabella protested. “I wasn’t eating his meat, just tasting his cream!”

“Well, don’t tell anyone I said this,” Mollie grinned, “as it would seem very unprofessional, but I absolutely agree!” Both girls giggled happily.

“Do you think we’re going to be good?” Sophia asked, the strap of her negligee falling off her l.;lright shoulder, leaving her breast almost entirely exposed with the lace snagging on her nipple, displaying part of her dark areola.

“So good!” Mollie assured her. “Spit-roast girl is my favourite!”

“Is that how you’re getting cooked too?” Isabella asked excitedly.

“It sure is!” grinned Mollie. Isabella looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Mummy’s going to be good cooked in the oven too ‘though, right?” she asked, a little anxiously.

“Of course she will!” Mollie grinned and stroked k

To be continued...