1. The Last Flight. Chapter 15


    Date: 4/20/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    pass inside. Once through the door, Françoise introduced us. “These are my daughters,” she said. “ Pascale ,” she indicated the older, taller girl, “and Dominique.” “I am pleased to meet you both at last,” I smiled, “I have heard so much about you but your mother never told me how pretty you both are!” They smiled at that. “Maman also did not tell us how pretty you are too, Mademoiselle Farmer.” Pascale returned the compliment. “Touché!” I replied with a chuckle, “But, please, call me Karen if I am to stay in your house.” Pascale was tall, almost six feet tall I estimated and she was wearing flat shoes. She had very long red hair and a pale complexion to match. Her dark blue eyes glistened and shone as she spoke. She was slim, but not too thin with narrow hips and small high breasts which made for a beautiful figure as she was dressed in a tight woollen pullover and equally tight slacks which ended just below her calves. On her feet she wore canvas slip on plimsolls. In all, she was a very fashionable and modern young lady. Dominique, on the other hand was somewhat shorter by around four inches. She had shoulder length chestnut brown hair, which was tied back in a pony tail and the most piercing ice blue eyes which, like her sister's, sparkled in the light. She wore a cotton summer dress which accentuated her firm, full bust and flared out over her hips to just below her knees. On her feet she wore pale yellow ankle socks with little white frills around the top and flat ...
    buckled yellow shoes. Although they had such differences, it was quite obvious, even had I not known, that they were sisters. I turned to my dad. “This is my father.” I introduced him to them. “Oh, yes, we know.” Dominique smiled, “We have already met.” “You have?” I raised my eyebrows in astonishment. “Françoise invited me to dinner the day before yesterday,” my father replied, somewhat sheepishly I thought. “That is why I telephoned her last night. We have spoken about you a lot.” “Come, come!” Pascale urged, “You must be so tired and hungry, all of you. Dominique and I have made dinner. It will be ready in a few minutes.” The two girls had been so busy through the day, I discovered. They had made up a room for me on the ground floor which was next to the laundry room in which they had placed some screens so that I could use it as a bathroom. The bed was an iron framed bed with very ornate, brass, head and foot boards with a huge mattress which looked so comfortable, and fat, fluffy pillows. In the corner was an old wooden wardrobe in which to hang my clothes. In the large kitchen, we sat down at the big wooden table in the centre and Pascale and Dominique fussed over us, serving a wonderful fresh, crisp salad with roasted chicken and fresh, crusty bread. It was heavenly! After the meal I was so full and Pascale poured strong fresh coffee for us. We all sat back and relaxed, allowing the delicious meal to settle. “Your girls are angels, Françoise.” I told her. She laughed. “They ...
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