Ok for a start Cinderella was never really that hot. I mean she was pretty, hell I'd even plump for beautiful, but hot? Hell no! The thing was she just wasn't fun, she didn't hang out, she was always so straight and I guess cold. The first time I saw her, yeah she was beautiful and her dress was cute but she disappeared just as the night got going, I mean who the hell leaves a club at 12? But dad liked her, and hell I'm not walking away from inheritance. It was just she was so cold, she never let me touch her, and what a martyr. She used to do everything in the house, cause she's so anal and then she moans cause nobody ever helped her, I mean make up your mind.
Anyhow things went along swimmingly, she always left early so then I just went out with my mates afterwards and I didn't always pick up other girls. Anyhow then I met her sisters, and damn you can tell they're not related. They are sexy! Its not that they look perfect its just they are so confident and just so much fun, and let me tell you dirty as hell. Well things just got kinda out of hand. One night we were just fooling around having a right laugh and the next thing I know we're all naked and damn it got hot! The things those girls won't do would fit on the back of a postage stamp and we're not talking a Christmas edition here but the normal ones with my father's rather slender profile on.
The point is the press would have a field day if they realized I spent an entire night doing sexual acrobatics with my fiancées stepsisters. So please god do not breathe a word of what I've told you. Its not that I don't love poor Cinders, its just um…well I dunno hopefully it'll get a lot better once we're married and we'll be obliged to share a bed. What is a guy to do? I can't be whacking myself off every night now can I!