Kate Muggleton Returns
Copyright© 2025 by StJohnGeneral
Chapter 1: New Beginnings and a New Friend
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: New Beginnings and a New Friend - Serial fornicator and slut Mommie extraordinaire Kate Muggleton returns to describe her new adventures. Her husband and daughter return from their European sojourn and the family reunites, leading to many new sexual exploits.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter BDSM DomSub Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys
Hello, possums! No? I don’t look or sound much like Dame Edna Everidge, huh? Never mind. I’ll try this: “Back by popular demand, I bring Kaitlyn Ashley Muggleton, serial fornicator and slut mommie extraordinaire!”
If you remember, my last adventures ended with me shooting down a potential male suitor while waiting for my husband and daughter’s delayed plane to arrive from Amsterdam via Singapore but having sex with a woman who also approached me. That woman was the sixty-sixth lover I’d taken since visiting Edgar be damned Fontaine at his hypnotherapy clinic in East Brisbane. To this day, the slut-imperative he programmed into my mind still affects me if I don’t stomp it down when it raises its ugly head.
It’s been a year since the events described in The Adventures of a Slut Mommie Chapter 17 occurred, and my husband and daughter returned home. And although my sexploits have not been as graphic or plentiful since John’s return, I haven’t precisely been a staid, boring housewife and mother, either.
For those who have come late to my adventures, let me begin by describing myself. I am an Australian of mixed descent. My parentage is mostly of English stock, but as my eye and skin colour suggest, I have some Latin roots in my blood. My maternal grandmother is Spanish/Italian, and most of my expressiveness and natural flirtatiousness comes from her. One of my dad’s ancestors was also rumoured to have African blood, although that is only speculation from his paternal grandmother.
To give you a mental image of myself and my family, my daughter and I are often thought to be sisters and not mother/daughter. We can and do wear each other’s clothes. I’m taller than my daughter, Krissy, 183 cm (6-foot) to her 178 cm (5-foot, ten.) Heavier, at 75 kg, compared to her 72 (159 lbs) with bigger breasts, 16 Double-D against 16 D. I measure 36-25-36 to my daughter’s 36-23-35.
With my long, wavy, jet-black hair over brown eyes and tanned complexion, I’m often confused with Mariska Hargitay or, because of my large, firm breasts, Teri Hatcher. I lived a life of luxuriousness, decadence and boredom, with my sole purpose in life, until Edgar Fontaine set me free, being to look good on my husband’s arm as he attended corporate and social events around the globe. Now I help run our company, Muggleton Consultancy. I completed my Bachelor’s degree in Business Technology in less than two years, and I’m closing in on my Master’s.
John uses his self-created algorithm program to buy, sell, and position shares across Australia’s and the world’s share markets, and he says that I am the only one he trusts to use it without his supervision. My principal task when John set our company up was to answer the phones, greet customers, and do the grunt work necessary to keep our consultancy firm running. However, after my husband and daughter’s successful trips through Germany and the Netherlands, Muggleton Consultancy has two substantial corporate clients who demand most of John’s time. I now make the day-to-day trades for our non-corporate clients that he suggests as he pursues trends and information to help bolster our corporate clients’ returns.
My husband, John, and son, Tommy, are similar in looks except Tommy has my brown eyes and darker skin. My husband has curly black hair, fair skin, and he is taller than me. Tommy is even taller than his father, but John outweighs his son by a few muscular kilograms. The difference is in the sports they pursued professionally. Rugby League requires a more robust physique than AFL because of the constant body-on-body collisions in that sport. AFL needs leaner, faster, more agile bodies.
John was a ‘nearly man’. Although he received tryouts for several National Rugby League clubs, he wasn’t offered a contract. Tommy was contracted as a rookie player at the Australian Football League club, The Brisbane Lions. However, after his two rookie seasons, he wasn’t offered a full-time contract. Tommy played the subsequent season for NEAFL team, The Aspley Hornets, and he played well enough that there’s some hope of a club selecting him in the upcoming national draft. He’s not holding his breath, though.
Tommy and his friends, Freddy Singleton and Phil Loughlin, own a successful photography business based in East Brisbane. Freddy yearns to date my daughter, but until recently, when I took him under my wing, Freddy lacked the self-confidence he needed to pursue her successfully. Whether the changes I engineered in him are enough to attract my daughter is part of these stories.
I take up my story the night my husband and daughter returned home.
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Despite being tired, John drove us home, where we found that everyone living in the house had remained up to welcome the returning travellers. John and Krissy, although they knew from our semi-regular phone conversations, messages and emails who currently lived here, kind of blinked, stunned, when Jennifer, Charmaine, Patty, Courtney, Maddie, Caoimhe, Gina, and Tommy shouted, “Welcome home!” as they walked in the door. Freddy’s absence surprised me.
My son and house guests had hung a “Welcome Home” sign on the lounge wall, and laid out drinks and nibblies, waiting for John and Krissy’s return. John and Krissy accepted a drink each before sinking into chairs, exhausted from their over eight-hour flight from Singapore. With their stopover, they’d travelled for over a day to return home.
I walked to my husband and knelt diffidently before him. Although he’d assigned Tommy as my protector before he left, and I’d confessed and/or been corrected by my protector for my wrongs, I was still nervous about John’s reaction to my many sexual exploits. John smiled at me and patted his lap. I leapt onto it and wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling ecstatically.
John turned his head. “Let me guess. Despite everything being okay with me and Tommy, you feel guilty and want my reassurance?”
I burst into tears and replied, “I need you to correct me, Master. This girl needs to feel her owner’s firm hand on her bottom so she knows she is loved still.”
John smiled. “And a load of his cum down her throat, up her ass and cunt, and on her face and tits.”
“Yes, please,” I replied. My heart longed for precisely that.
“I’m exhausted, Kate. Will a minor correction and a load of cum in your mouth suffice for tonight?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. Run upstairs and wait for me in presentation position one.”
In case you’ve forgotten, this position is naked, on my knees with my head up, my shoulders back, my eyes down, and my palms face-up on my thighs.
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
I got off John’s lap and ran to our bedroom. I was naked and in position one within seconds of leaving the lounge.
John didn’t leave me waiting very long. I don’t know how much time passed, but it seemed less than thirty minutes before the door opened and my tall, handsome, muscular man stood over me with a swiftly swelling erection and a severe demeanour. I looked up and licked my lips expectantly. It’d been too long since I’d swallowed my husband’s thick, 7-inch cock and tasted his salty emissions.
John stood tall and spoke firmly. “For what do you have to confess, slut Kate?”
“Master, I’ve been more promiscuous than I think I should have been during your absence. Especially my second night with James Squire.”
John laughed. “More promiscuous than you should have been, Kate? Aren’t wives supposed to be chaste other than with their husbands?” He laughed harder at my crestfallen expression. “I understand from my conversations with Mister Squire and your protector, Tommy, that you enjoyed every moment of that night and the following morning. Am I to believe you’re sorry for doing it now?”
I shook my head in shame, wondering if John was chastising me for the many lovers I’d taken. “It’s more that I fear I have disappointed you.”
“I see, and if I said you hadn’t? That I wished I’d been in the nine or more who fucked you that night?”
A little hope shone through. Perhaps he wasn’t disappointed with me. “My fear would remain, Master.”
“I understand, my darling slut, Kate. I will deliver corrections to your superb bottom for feeling guilty where no guilt is to be had. Seven, I think.”
Joyous relief coursed through me. My man still loved me! “Yes, Master. This girl thanks you for your consideration, Master.”
He sat on our loveseat and then patted his thighs. “Present your delectable bottom for correction, slut Kate.”
I wouldn’t say I took my position eagerly ... Ok, I would say that, but it’s wrong to expect to be corrected, knowing you will enjoy it, so we’ll pretend I draped myself over John’s muscular legs reluctantly albeit sexily. John placed his forearm across my hips and held me in place. Then his bread plate-sized right hand came up and whistled down onto my curvaceous ass firmly.
I jumped at the sting, so much sharper than when Tommy does it, and said, “One, thank you, Sir.” My pussy juices flowed from my vulva as I revelled in being under my husband’s dominion again. A second, third and fourth strike hammered onto my bottom in swift succession. Stifling a smile, I said, “Two, three, and four, thank you, Master.”
Typically, halfway through correcting me, John will offer to excuse my remaining corrections in return for servicing him orally. However, tonight, it seemed he wanted to deliver all seven promised corrections. John’s hand raised again and came stingingly down onto my sexy ass three more times. My poor bottom felt like it was on fire, but my sweet little pussy had flowered open and my thick clit throbbed.
I said, “Five, six, and seven, thank you, Master.” I got off John’s knees and assumed presentation position two. Which is like position one except my hands are behind my head and my elbows as wide as possible.
John stood up and put his hands behind his head. He said, “Kaitlyn Muggleton, corrections were due for your behaviour, and you have now been forgiven. Unless you repeat the behaviour I corrected, I will not mention your corrections or behaviour again. Now, take me out and make me cum.”
If there’s a better cocksucker in the world than me, no one knows who! I shifted my hands to John’s trousers and unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and his thick, lengthy cock bounced deliciously into my eyesight. I pulled John’s pants and underwear down and helped him out of them. He smelt a little funky, which was expected after a lengthy trip, but that didn’t bother me. I wrapped my dainty hand around his throbbing shaft and guided him into my mouth.
John groaned as I sucked firmly and swirled my talented tongue over his glans. I looked up through my eyelashes submissively and smiled as I held his hips and pulled his entire cock into my mouth. Next, I cupped my husband’s heavy balls and gently massaged them as I held still and encouraged him to fuck my mouth. John obviously wanted me to do the work, because he refused to hold my head so he could fuck my mouth. So, instead, I moved my hand from his hip onto his thick shaft. Then, twisting my wrist as I pumped his cock up and down, I alternated deep-throating him with lashing his glans with my tongue. My lips followed my dainty hand up and down John’s enormous penis.
“Gawd, my darling Kate. That feels so damned good! Swallow it, baby. Swallow every drop!”
John’s groans were music to my ears, and I encircled his glans with my lips and pumped forcefully until with a vociferous groan, he unloaded into my mouth. The pure delight I felt when my Master filled my mouth with his salty seed allowed me to experience a petite orgasm, and I moaned around John’s spurting cock. When he finished cumming, John picked me up and laid me on our bed. He removed his polo shirt and said, “I’ll have a quick shower and be back.”
I nodded happily, and only a few minutes later, felt him climb back into the bed. He turned me onto my left side and spooned against me. His left hand was under my neck, and his right under my arm and cupping my firm, Double-D right breast with his thumb stroking my nipple idly. Happy and feeling safer than I had since he left, I slipped into a deep, untroubled sleep.
If you’ve read my previous stories, then I’m sure you can guess what woke me the following morning. However, I didn’t want to leave my husband’s warm embrace, so I lay there, ignoring my recalcitrant bladder for as long as I could. The problem was that I get antsy when I need to pee, which makes me fidget.
John said, “Oh, for goodness sakes, Katey. Go pee before you wet the bed.” I giggled apologetically and slipped out of his embrace and the bed. I walked towards the door, but before I got there, John shook his head exasperatedly and said, “Use the en suite, Kate. That is what it’s there for!”
This was the first house we’d lived in that had an en suite, and one morning when I used it, John complained about the light from it and the noise. For nearly ten years, when he was home, I went out to the hall to use the main bathroom rather than upset him again. It was only recently that John had realised why, and now he insists I use the en suite.
John was asleep when I returned, and I wasn’t tired, so I put a robe on and went to the kitchen. I blinked at the sun pouring in through the windows, yawned and stretched. Picking up my phone, I realised it was after midday. I thought, ‘Wow! I slept much later than I’d thought!’ However, I was still apparently the only one up. I shrugged and made coffee before sitting at the breakfast bar and waiting to see if anyone wanted something to eat. It was nearly an hour before Krissy joined me in the kitchen.
She walked over to me, and when I opened my legs, she pressed her lusciously curved body against mine and tipped her head back, asking to be kissed. I obliged, of course, revelling in feeling her divine body against mine and her sweet lips kissing me.
I said, “Hello, baby girl. I missed you so much.”
Krissy giggled and replied, “You just missed the many orgasms my sweet lips give you!”
I leant over so I could smack her delectable ass, an ass that matched mine for deliciously firm curves. “Me thinks you mistake what I missed for what you did. Do you need some hot mommie kisses on your pussy lips and the bone-shaking orgasms they give you?”
“Maybe,” Krissy replied, stringing out every syllable as he pressed her belly against my pussy. “I haven’t had any girl-on-girl sex since we left, and I’m seriously lacking a woman’s touch on my body.”
I decided to tease her. “A taste of what married life will be like? Forced only to have sex with one person for the rest of your life?”
Krissy’s eyes narrowed, and she said, “As if! I’ll bring women home to share with my man, and I will insist he gives me a hall pass to play with other men at least occasionally. Whether with or without him.”
“And if he doesn’t? If he’s a traditional man who expects to be in a monogamous relationship?”
“Then, as you and Grandma did, I’ll sneak behind his back. But it won’t happen, Mom. I simply won’t marry a man who expects me to be monogamous.”
I pointed out. “I was monogamous with your father for the first almost twenty years, baby. If not for Edgar be damned Fontaine, I’d probably still be.”
“Yet your life is so much fuller now,” Krissy said, hugging me. “And Dad’s discovered he loves having a hot wife.”
“Slut wife, more like,” I muttered.
“Aww, Mom, don’t hook back into that whole prim and proper bullshit again. You’re an earthy woman who loves sex and orgasms. But more! You love giving orgasms to others even more. Plus, you love it that many men and women find you irresistible, so cut the crap!”
What could I do but laugh? I’d just been told by my daughter! But she was correct; I doubt I could return to being monogamous. I was having way too much fun experimenting with my sex life and my many sexual partners. No, the previous is not true. If John told me I was to be monogamous from now on, I would be. It would not be easy, though! But it’s not like my sex life with my husband was boring even before I went to The Fontaine Clinic. John is a gifted and imaginative lover, and his firm, manly presence never fails to get my juices flowing.
I knew my husband had fucked around during our marriage before we began playing together, and it never bothered me. I was brought up believing the price I had to pay to remain married to a rich, successful, dominant man was that I had to share him with others. My mother taught my sisters, Yvette and Mary, and me what to expect, and we learned our lessons at her feet well.
The only one I had a problem with him fucking was his secretary, Amanda. A flat-chested, bony-assed, sallow-skinned bitch with a vapid mush that almost begs you to punch it. She had the unmitigated gall to tell me to my face she planned to replace me in my marital bed. Worse was that she informed my kids she was, too. In one of those surreptitious moments, Tommy told her the same thing I did—that she was merely a convenient receptacle for John to empty his cum into when he was away from home.
Krissy just read the paragraph above and said, “Geez, Mom. Why don’t you tell us what you really think? Because your contempt for Dad’s ex-secretary barely shows.” So, happy faces all around, right?
We were still cuddling when Tommy and Gina came in. Tommy nudged Gina and winked. “Is this a private party, or can anyone get some of that?”
Krissy and I ignored him as we deepened our kiss and let our hands roam across each other’s breasts. Eventually, I sighed and said, “I suppose we could welcome another.” Then I winked at Tommy’s girlfriend. “Gina, would you like a kiss?”
Gina chortled before answering. “Sure, Momma.”
But then the little minx took two steps towards me before pivoting and embracing Krissy.
I reached my hands out to Tommy, but he put his hands up in mock horror and refused me. “Oh, no! I see who’s your favourite. Wait for your turn with my girlfriend.”
Just then, Patty and Charmaine came in. They’d heard and seen the back end of the playful interchange between Gina, my kids and me. Patty and Charmaine immediately surrounded me, opening my robe and legs, and playing with my large, firm breasts and sweet little pussy. They took turns kissing me soundly.
Her eyes sparkling with mirth, Patty pointed at my son’s severely tented trousers and asked, “Like what you see, Tommy? Feeling a little like you’re missing out?”
“I don’t have to sit here and be insulted,” Tommy said mirthfully. “People insult me everywhere I go! Especially my AFL coaches!”
Laughing, Krissy pointed out. “Brother, you’re standing.”
Pretending to be miffed, Tommy replied, “You’re right! But what I should be doing is sitting before a plate piled high with my breakfast.”
We all laughed, but Patty dragged me to the breakfast table and made me sit while the girls swung into action. They had a production line formed with eggs, hash browns, muffins, bacon and sausages going in one end and cooked breakfasts coming out the other.
Jennifer came out, looking her usual glamorous self. John followed her almost immediately. Jennifer joined the production line and brought my husband a plate of cooked breakfast and a cup of coffee before noticing before me was empty.
“Sorry, Momma. I thought you already had something. I’ll be right back.”
She returned only a few moments later, carrying two plates. One piled high she put before Tommy and another, much smaller, she placed before me.
John and I shared a soft kiss before we ate, which melted my heart. How many women other than me have husbands who, after over twenty years of marriage, still kiss them lovingly in front of everyone?
We ate breakfast with the normal joking and teasing that people who have known each other for a long time do. Looking around, I realised Courtney, Maddie and Caoimhe had already left. Jennifer, Gina, Charmaine, and Krissy were going to uni to join their various study groups. Krissy for the first time in two months. She’d restart her job at Cue in the Uptown Shopping Centre next Saturday.
Patty was meeting Penelope Squire at their new premises. It was almost ready to open, and the doctors wanted to finish sorting the boxes with their medical supplies and finding storage spaces for them. Two of their partners were manning their old offices, doing their bit to lessen the queue at the local hospitals by spending the morning seeing walk-in Medicare patients.
Despite numerous promises from successive federal governments, the Medicare rebate still hasn’t been raised, making it virtually impossible for doctors to remain profitable if they only charge the rebate amount for consultations. Patty and her partners open their medical office for six hours every Saturday to see as many walk-in patients as possible. The doctors take turns manning the clinic.
Tommy had a wedding shoot to do at three, and John said he needed to get into the office and start catching up on the things he’d neglected during his sojourn through Germany and the Netherlands. Although he didn’t say so, I knew he’d check through the trades I’d made to ensure I’d done them correctly. I wasn’t offended because I was still very new at making the changes.
I asked, “May I come over and help?”
John looked at me and smiled. “If you do, I’ll spend more time with my cock down your throat or up your love holes to get much work done. I’d like you to bring a light snack over at about four. Will you do that for me, please?”
“Of course, and I’ll see you then.”
“Thanks, Kate.”
John patted my ass and then left. John and Tommy had left their plates, but although I’m sure you feminists will jump up and down about me being ‘subjugated by the patriarchy’, that’s what I want them to do. Looking after my two men is as important to me as destroying all men is to you.
With that small task completed, I went to the en suite to shower and dress. I dressed down because I felt like doing my housework. All I wore was a halter-neck crop-top to fetter my firm Double-Ds and a skort so my pussy didn’t show to anyone behind me as I worked. I worked with my typical methodical care, and by 3:30, I’d completed the entire house except for Charmaine, Jennifer, and Patty’s flatlet and my kids’ rooms. The flatlet, if you remember, was created by combining the maid’s rooms with the first guest bedroom, adding a hallway to connect them, and narrowing our out-of-balance second-floor hallway. I left the flatlet to the girls because I knew they’d feel hurt if I did them.
After a quick shower, I put on a full-length yellow wrap dress and returned to the kitchen, wondering what to make for John’s repast. I opened the cupboard and saw a package of water crackers. They’d work, so I took them out and added butter, salami slices and cheese, and cheese and tomatoes to alternate ones, and then took them across to our office.
John looked up from his computer and smiled when I walked in. I put the plate on the coffee table and made a pot of tea, and when he saw me bringing it to the table, John followed me there. We’d barely sat down when the front door jingled, and Freddy walked in.
I moved to stand, but Freddy said, “Stay there, Kate. I’ll grab a cup and join you, if I may?” I nodded, and Freddy did as he said, sitting so I was between him and my husband. He kissed my cheek and then reached across me to shake John’s hand. We chatted about this and that for several minutes before I realised all the crackers were gone. I offered to make some more, which the men accepted gratefully. When I returned, John and Freddy were at John’s computer as John took Freddy through how he’d spread Freddy’s investment around. I put the plate before them and smiled as they grabbed the crackers without pausing their conversation.
It’d be several minutes before John finished showing and explaining his strategy for Freddy’s shares, so I moved to my computer and opened my uni course. There was finally another unit to do, so I opened it and started skimming through the reading material. When I reached the end, I did the knowledge pop-quiz that ensured you were ready to take the end-of-unit exam. I smiled with satisfaction when I saw the result because I’d aced it with just one quick skim through.
John caught my attention when, in a teasing tone, he asked, “What do you think, Kate? Shall we let Mister Freddy Singleton date our daughter?”
I shook my head and replied, “There is no way I’d even consider letting Freddy Singleton date Krissy. Nor would she want to.” Freddy’s face fell to his boots, but then I added, “But Rick Singleton? Him I’d love to call my son-in-law. That individual, I suspect, will impress Krissy.”
Freddy’s smile lit the room, and John and I exchanged knowing grins.
“Is she home?”
I shook my head and then shrugged. “Actually, I don’t know. It’s after four, so she might be. I didn’t see her when I made the extra crackers, and I haven’t heard her car return, so I’d guess not.”
We’d recently changed Krissy’s car. She now drove a Nissan Juke N-Sport, which was painted bright yellow with black trim. She’d nicknamed it Bumblebee because of its resemblance to the winged creature. It was almost a case of name the devil and see him arrive because the sound of the garage door rising and the meaty growl of Krissy’s car in sports mode echoed through the garage. The girl has a lead foot that is way heavier than even her brother’s. Her magnificent breasts, beauty, and charm have ensured she’s escaped very traffic stop for speeding, although she’s received two camera tickets.
Krissy spotted the lights on in the office, so she, my girls and Gina came upstairs. Krissy’s eyes widened when Gina, Jennifer and Charmaine squealed happily when they saw Freddy and they ran across to say hello. I grinned at her as she looked at me confusedly, wondering what had changed since she’d left. Before then, poor Freddy was firmly in the ‘friend zone’. Now it seemed the girls were vying for his attention.
Freddy absently greeted Gina, Charmaine and Jennifer, but his eyes were locked onto my daughter. He stood and walked to her, and they looked at each other, Krissy wonderingly. Then, Freddy smiled and said, “Hello, Krissy. You look as beautiful as ever. I’m glad you’re back from Europe. Would you like to accompany me to Bulimba for coffee and a chat?”
I could almost see the gears shifting in my daughter’s mind as her mouth worked silently. Finally, she answered, “Umm. Yeah, sure. Whynot?”
“Whynot, indeed,” Freddy said, smiling. “Shall we?”
Looking baffled, Krissy linked her hand through Freddy’s proffered elbow and followed him out the front door of our office. Krissy looked over her shoulder at us and shrugged. I stifled a laugh because I could tell her unspoken question was, “WTF?”
The girls waited until the door closed before, simultaneously, Gina and Jennifer enviously said, “Lucky bitch!”
Charmaine giggled, but I knew even she would date the improved Rick Singleton (Freddy, pay attention, guys, please) assuming she hadn’t hooked up with Patty.
I looked over my girls, feeling proud of how they’d changed and matured since they’d moved in with us. Their language has improved markedly. Gina and Jennifer have lost weight and firmed up their bodies, while Charmaine has put some much needed weight and muscle tone on. As I examined them, something occurred to me. I asked, “Jennifer and Charmaine, how do you usually get to uni?”
The girls exchanged glances before Jennifer replied, “If Krissy or Gina aren’t going, or our lectures and classes don’t line up, we catch a bus. On Saturdays, to get to our study groups, we usually take an Uber.”
“A bus?” I asked doubtfully. “There’s a bus from Manly West to Nathan University?”
Charmaine and Jennifer looked at each other again. Charmaine answered, “Depending on the time, we sometimes have to catch three. One to Carindale. One to Garden City, and then one to the uni. Otherwise, it’s one into the city and then another to Nathan. Then we walk along the bushland path to the campus.”
I turned to John, feeling lower than a stoat’s belly.
John smiled and said, “Yes, Kate. We can go car shopping for the girls. Will one be enough, or do you think they need one each?”
“I think we need three, baby,” I replied. “Gina has to borrow her mother’s car if she’s not with Tommy, and that means she has to drive from Morningside to Brendale to drop Freya off and then drive all the way back to Nathan to get to uni. Freya and Oliver do alright, but I doubt they can afford to buy Gina anything other than a POS to use.”
John laughed. “Matching ones in pink?”
I giggled at the thought, but no. The girls had unique personalities and needed different cars to suit them. After some consideration, I said, “A black VW T-Roc for Charmaine. A midnight-blue Kia Sportage for Jennifer, and because Tommy already has his ute, something sporty for Gina. I’m thinking of a Ford Mustang in dark-red.”
John asked, “Brand new?”