Twin Japanese Nieces Pt21 - Sex Stories

Twin Japanese Nieces Pt21

... matched what Kayko had given me so I scooped it up and headed back to the car. It didn’t feel like much, maybe a thick hard back book or a document bundle. Maybe it was a new client profile. But when I considered that I was supposed to be on a holiday, spending time with my family, and not running errands for the office, I bailed on trying to figure out what it was. In the car I tossed it into the back seat. I really do hope it was important. The store took all of five minutes. I think you guys know what I am talking about when I say that I did not go shopping, I went buying. You can grab a gallon of milk and put it in your cart at a regular walking pace without having to slow down. Tortillas are tortillas, and the dip is usually right with them. You can get those a regular walking pace too. The only thing you have to be cool about is the eggs. Aside from opening the carton to make sure they are not broken, you can’t just sling them around. So that was the only slow portion of the trip. I was in and out of the grocery store in 8 minutes. That is how it is done. Now I was on my way home to spend some much deserved down time with my wife and kids. Next time this happens I think I’ll drag someone along with me just to be a pain in the ass. Once I turned down my street, and the house came into view, that is when I understood the mornings’ events. There were several vans parked in my driveway and cars parked nose to tail down both of the shoulders for the length of my property. ...

... Kayko was throwing a party at our house. As I pulled in to my driveway the printing on the sides of the vans read Catering Service. I guess I was not going to have to cook after all. Mark was standing out in the driveway near the house until he saw me coming. Once he laid eyes on me he bolted for the door. ‘Oops,’ I thought, I just spooked the century from his post. By the time I was stopped and getting out of the car, he was back. He was dressed nice too, wearing his dress shoes, some good pants and a golf shirt. “Hi dad,” he said as I approached him. “You’re back awfully quick.” “Yea,” I said with a raised eyebrow as I looked around at all of the cars and the catering vans. “So who are all of these people?” “I don’t know,” he replied as he glanced around too. “I’m just supposed to tell them where to park and open the door for everyone.” Phase two of Kaykos’ plan had worked on me just as well as phase one had; the trip into the city. Sometimes I feel a little foolish around my wife. It seems I am easily led into her plans. I don’t know what it was about her, maybe it was due to the fact that I trusted her implicitly. Whatever the case was, I now had a house full of people and had walked neatly into her little ploy. I grabbed the package out of the back of my car and headed in the house. It was time unveil her whole plan. Inside the house, as I was taking my shoes off in the foyer, I was met by Shiori. She was dressed in her traditional white kimono with a black sachet around ...