They hugged each other. Amy felt tension course through him as the impudent swell of her precocious tits pressed against his broad, muscular chest.

"Les! You look so – so good!" she half-squealed. A few heads turned to find the source of the words.

Les grinned – more pussy chills – and then returned the compliment, though in somewhat more subdued and cautious tones.

On the way back to Manhattan in the cab, he explained that the woman he'd been talking with was just someone he'd bumped into at the airport. They brought each other up to date on recent events and agreed on what a good thing their father's promotion had been for them.

Back at his apartment on East 36th Street, he showed her into a small room with a pullout couch. "I usually use this as a study," he said. "I hope it'll be comfortable for you."

"Oh, sure, no problem," she said.

The doorbell rang. Les excused himself and returned a moment later with a stunning brunette.

"Amy, this is Roberta. She hates to be called Bobbie. Bobbie has been looking forward to making your acquaintance. She's going to introduce you to the city this afternoon."

Amy frowned. "But aren't you…?"

"I have to get back to work," Les said. "Remember?"

"I thought you said your little sister was going to stay with you?" Roberta said. She had a soft, husky voice. She had a sexy face, sexy tits, sexy little waist, sexy ass, sexy legs, and maybe, sexy fingers.

Amy blushed at the compliment. "You can be generous and say nice things like that," she said. "You're beautiful."

"I see you two are going to get along just fine," Les said. "I'll be back at five-thirty, and we'll all have dinner."