“Not yet, that’s true, due to being so sore, both of us, but, yes, mister, I want that badly ... so badly, believe me! Nothing would make me happi...r than that, other than being Megan’s pregnant bridesmaid at her wedding, while she walks down the aisle equally pregnant, with Eva and Régine as her other pregnant bridesmaids and you fellows as the groomsmen. Who would be the best man, though? I know, I know, a lot of American traditions for a wedding in France, but perhaps you could all humor us. In preparation I had gone to Goodwill and bought what I thought would be an outfit that would make me look very adult. Black heels, black knee length skirt, white blouse and nylon stockings. Underneath I would make do with the uninspiring white cotton bra and panties, which I always wore.Tuesday came; I dropped off my sisters at 2:45 then went to the mall and changed clothes in the ladies room. I was free until 6:00 when I would pick them up. I drove to the movie, an old neighborhood theater. I lowered my head to her breasts. For too long I had lusted for this, to taste, to suckle her fullness, to feel her round buttons that were her nipples. Bright red buttons atop light pink areoles that served to offer what I considered to be a gift of the God’s to any man lucky enough to feast upon her. As my tongue flickered on one nipple, and then the other, a lusty groan filled the still night air. “Oh God Alan,” my Mom whispered not too convincingly, “This…this is wrong…we…we can’t do. "Looks really fake to me," another said. "And the liquid down the leg looks too fast to be real." Of course the pump hadn't pumped since Mike had pretended to turned it on."Looks like she is blushing a bit too," the first one said."A trick with the light I'm sure," said the second one."Look at that ass," I heard behind me. "I bet that ass feels great."There was a bit of a gush down my leg and the first voice said "The pump must be computer controlled. When he said that about her ass, the flow.