Where’d you have it tailored, if I may ask?”“Our family tailor in Guildford, Surrey. I imagine that he is not up to London standards?”Mrs. Lit...le shook her head. “Perhaps not, but it looks like good workmanship. Nevertheless, let me show you to the gentlemen’s fitting room.”Mr. Dumas was a tall and skinny fellow who in spite of his French name spoke like a Londoner. With quick efficiency, Dumas took Thomas’s measurements. Then he offered a small selection of cloths. Here, Thomas called in. Then the computer beeped.She shook her head and laughed softly. Sitting on the towel she'd thoughtfully folded and placed on her chair earlier, she was thankful the pain didn't return. "Hello, Sir. I mean Gary." She sent a smile."Hello, Elaine," he sent back."You um, you caught me at a bad moment." She wasn't really going to tell him she had her plug in, was she?"Do you need some time?" he asked. "What's happened? Are you all right?" Yes," she typed. "I'm fine. I'm just... I'm just getting used. Campy?" I'll try," but dad isn't going to like this!We walked out together, but it was mom, not dad that saw us. Her mouthdropped open a little, then Alicia and I sort of strutted right past her,going in the kitchen, the unmistakable scent of two different perfumestrailing after us. Getting a soda, she and I turned around just as momwalked in the room."Mom, this is Angela. We decided to try a few things." I see that! Angela? Is that what you're calling yourself now? You look..." She's hot mom,. "Fuck that pussy!"I knelt right behind my sister, my knees on either side of her legs and aimed my cock towards her dripping slit. I pushed forward slightly, just the edge of the my shaft pushing in between her lips. "Are you ready for it, Kel?" I asked, my voice catching."Yes! Give it to me already, fuck me!" my sister pleaded.I drew in a deep breath and made ready to sink my cock to the hilt in her wonderful cunt. Amanda grinned at me expectantly, seemingly wanting nothing more than to watch.