I was twenty one, seven months married to a nineteen year old, recently moved into a tiny one bedroom house, a low paying office job, the house, utilities, and car expenses. Now a new born baby! What did I get myself into?

Somehow we survived. Since many of Dollie's old high school girlfriends had boyfriends in the service or they were now on their own, there seemed to be 19 year old girls in my house all the time. My younger brother had joined the Army, leaving Mary, his girlfriend, Doll's best friend, with nothing to do but pester us. I tried to join the Marines, the Navy, and even the Air Force. Being married, a kid on the way, and wearing glasses none wanted me. I stayed home and defended our young friends.

Two things worked in my favor. We had a home of our own. Tiny, one bedroom, now used as a nursery, and that baby. Young women love babies and they were there to help Doll almost daily. Doll and I slept in the small living room on a fold out sofa bed. The small kitchen had the dining room table and chairs. Off to the left was a small bathroom with an old claw foot tub. Thru the back door was a nicely finished knotty pine add on porch about 8' X 30', the width of the small house. I added an upright freezer, storage shelves for food, and later a tiny dark room for printing my own black and white photos in that back room. The house was small yet cozy.

Back then very few had more than one car. Doll didn't drive so she had a two wheeled shopping cart that she pushed to and from the grocery store, bakery, and dairy store a few blocks down a main city street. By then Doll was wearing her micro mini skirts or short shorts and some sort of eye catching top wherever she went. I didn't mind and by this time she didn't care if people were staring.

(Pay attention, everything meaningless I write has a purpose.)

Those short shorts would soon be known as hot pants in a few years. To us they were just ass cheek showing shorts. Something popular for younger women was wearing men's undershirts, sort of white tank tops with vertical ribs. The outtie ribs were fine but those alternating innies seemed to be transparent. On men they didn't seem to show. On boobies those ribs were shear and I remember Doll's pink flesh showing like she was topless. Inside under normal light they weren't as transparent. But in a grocery store under fluorescent lights or in bright sunlight some of those tops made Doll almost look topless. She didn't care.

Nothing to do with our little house. But I know someone is gonna ask.

This is about the time when those tit lovin listeners ask "what size bras does she wear or how big are those tits?" Way back when Doll was a teen and into her 30's she was a tall, thin, top heavy blonde white gal. Yes that's why I got so thrilled dressing her like Barbie Doll, taking tit pictures, and coaxing her to flash those jugs.

I'm gonna do my best to write this the way we tell others. First off Doll does not often wear a tit holder so I can't run and look at a tag. Bras are like shoes. You can try on a dozen different brands and you'll end up with a dozen different sizes. That's why it's Victoria's secret.

We raised four kids, she belonged to PTA, attended many school functions, helped at church, yard sales, and visited family that had no idea we are slightly perverted, As many others, we've always lived two separate lives. Family, friends, and kids think we are angels. Yes bras and panties had their times and places. Mostly these were places rug rats would be.

One day I was with her while she shopped at a Big Box store for a bra. Doll walked up to me carrying a big white bra. She seemed flustered not finding one that fit right. Next thing I knew, right there in front of other customers, Doll stuck one cup of that white bra on my head. "That's it! Now next time I won't have to look through a hundred bras. I'll just stick them on your head until I find one that fits good and snug." That my tit lovin friends is what size boob my lovely wife has, an average man's head size.

And now back to our little house on the prairie and why I appear to wander off topic. One afternoon Doll was still shopping with her little two wheeled cart when I got home from work. Her mother had taken our son home for the afternoon. In a short time Dollie, her cart full of groceries, and a strange young man about my age walked in the door. Remember I was 21 and Doll 19, so Dave F must have been around 21 also. Seemed to be a nice young man. Also found he seemed to like Doll's butt cheeks and titties, in whatever she was wearing.

I was soon to find out why Dave F followed my wife home. Dave explained he has a young thin sister named Charlotte who was often in jail for exhibitionism or in trouble with their parents. As Dave told us, Doll and Charlotte dress and look a lot alike, except Charlotte does not have tits. He was wondering if he could bring her around and maybe Doll and Charlotte would be friends. He was hoping this would keep Charlotte out of trouble and mom wouldn't have her around the house as much.

First thing I wanted to know is just how does little Charlotte dress and what does she do to get in trouble? Apparently Charlotte doesn't wear under panties under her super short mini skirts and with no tits she never wears a bra. We found out Charlotte also likes to borrow things from stores, like jewelry, candy, and even slutty clothes. My answer was an immediate NO! I was Lord and master, King of my castle!

I came home from work a few days later and there was Doll and Charlotte sitting out on the lawn nearly naked sunbathing. We had a small 50'X100' lot among other older homes with all old neighbors. We had never gone outside that way. When we wanted to get nearly naked we found a few spots along the river or took a ride to parks and walked trails. It was bad enough that Doll wore what she did around town. These two gals were nearly nude and I could see neighbors ogling them.

But I sort of liked how Charlotte looked. One of the only really red red heads we ever knew. Lots of freckles on porcelain white smooth skin, skinny, yet so sexy looking. When Charlotte jumped up to run and greet me her little top fell down, exposing two perfect yet small teepee shaped titties with pretty pink little nipples. The contrast between hers and Doll's brown melons turned me on. Charlotte could come visit anytime.

Dollie and Charlotte went in the house and dressed. How Charlotte got into her tight fittin jeans was a mystery. Charlotte was definitely on the skinny side. But she had a figure that made grown men and puppy dogs slobber and whine. I was married with a baby yet in lust with that thin red head.

This part is a bit confusing. From the beginning I couldn't explain how it happened. I'm thinking Charlotte's parents might have kicked her out. Her brother Dave brought Charlotte and the few things she owned to our little house, begging to let her stay a few days. Dollie pleaded and I caved in.

But where would Charlotte sleep? The baby had the small bedroom and we were sleeping in the small living room on a sofa bed! Dollie and Charlotte said she could sleep on the inside edge of the bed against the wall, Doll in the middle, and me on the outer side. Actually it made sense. But I quickly put my deranged perverted mind in gear. "We sleep naked in my bed. Anyone sleeping in my bed sleeps naked." I no more than got the words out when both girls agreed. Well hell, I'll just see how far I can go with this king of my castle thing. "I sleep in the middle!" Again both gals agreed.

So what was gonna be our new redheaded GF sleeping in my bed a few days turned into over five years off and on. Yes I have stories that will curl your toenails. As I remember it, sometimes Charlotte stayed with various boyfriends. Yea she became a young slut. Also she was still in and out of jail, most likely something to do with sex or exposing herself. Rumor was a couple jailers were banging her and she got pregnant. I'm sure that's when Charlotte moved out of our love nest.

Someplace buried I'll find and add some stories about Charlotte, Sue, and Mary. Charlotte and Mary had a big influence on how Doll dressed and acted. It wasn't all me.

I do know for another unexplained reason Doll's next oldest sister, Jane, left her useless husband and stayed for a few nights. Doll and I still slept naked. But Jane was a burn victim so you wouldn't have wanted to see her nude anyway.. After way over a year we physically put Jane's junk out in our yard and told her to go home to her husband. She did!

The good thing about having all the girls around was Doll got help with the baby and we got away to play the many fantasy games locked in my brain.