Twin Japanese Nieces Pt21 - Sex Stories

Twin Japanese Nieces Pt21

... before looking directly at me. “David called from the office this morning and he needs you to pick up a package at the post office right away.” David is my boss. Usually I don’t quibble with him because he has kept me in work for the last 20 years without a single issue, but for a request like this, on the 4th of July? What was he thinking? “I’ll go and get it tomorrow.” I replied. I absolutely did not feel like driving the hour and a half into the city to pick up something in the post office box when it could easily wait till tomorrow. “He said it was very urgent,” Kayko added with a bit of a worried look on her face. “He says it has to be picked up today.” Fuck a damn duck. I know David quite well, and he usually does not make requests like this without good reason. I took in a deep breath and shrugged my shoulders. “All right,” I said, trying to hide the fact that I was more than just a little pissed off. “Saki said you need me to go to the store as well?” “Yes,” Kayko replied while leaving the living room and heading for the kitchen counter. “I need you to pick up these few things on the way back.” and she handed me a short list. Milk, eggs, some tortilla chips and some dip. At the bottom was the information about the package. There was nothing major on the list, only a few of the staples and some junk food. I guess the kids wanted some tortillas to go along with the food I planned on grilling. “Anything else?” I asked while smiling at my wife. “Just you.” she said as ...

... she stepped up to me and planted a nice open mouthed kiss on my lips while grabbing my ass. “Hurry back.” I have never been mad at Kayko. Not even when she drove over my golf clubs with the car. Granted, I was not exactly thrilled, but it was not something to get mad about. Besides, it was only a material thing. The emotional wellbeing of my wife and the kids is far more important than a set of golf clubs. In any case it really didn’t matter; I couldn’t hit them anyway so it actually worked out in my favor. But this grocery list and the trip into the city seemed like trivial matters. As I cranked up my car I wondered just what was up. The kids had set almost motionless in the living room while Kayko and I had talked. That was more of a rarity than anything. Someone almost always had something going. And for my pet to not see me off at the door? Something was afoot. And now they would have a little more than three hours to do whatever it was they had in mind. I headed off down the road stewing about the mornings events. I guess I would just play along with their little scheme. After all, it was the only way for me to find out what was in store for me. An hour and 15 minutes later I walked into the post office. I had made it there in record time due to almost no traffic on the roads. Why couldn’t a standard work day be like this? I opened the P.O. Box and looked in. There was a large, flat box in the bottom with a letter attached to the side. The information on the address label ...