It's also the first Thanksgiving story I've written without that epic everyone gathered around the table food fight. I figure two or three of those wa... enough. Thanks to Sir Charles for his usual editing magic. I'm sure that both he and I missed a few things here and there. And I'm also sure that those of you with sharp eyes will point them out to me. Thanks very much for that. And thanks even more to the people who notice those errors, don't care and just enjoy the story. Lastly be warned some. Forgive me?"His horse nuzzled him and Henry kissed his nose. The Corporal-Major relaxed but he was troubled. Mr Cavendish was normally in control of his emotions. He said nothing to anybody but decided to go with the guard that morning. He took his place right rear. Henry was unaware of his presence.Henry led his guard from Knightsbridge to Horseguards and the changing of the guard went without a hitch."Oh Lord," he thought. "Another long boring day."It was not. Half an hour after they had. I slipped off my top and skirt and stood before them in my black hold up stockings, little lace panties and six inch heeled black stilettos. I don’t wear suspenders if I’m in leather or latex as it spoils the line of my skirt. Pawel whistled at the sight of me. I played with my nipples to show my new breasts off and slid in between them on the sofa, taking their cocks in each hand and wanking them slowly and gently, taking turns to kiss them. Daddy stroked my long hair and kissed me. We all got in her car, not really a car but a transport vehicle that didn’t require a driver, with all three of us in the back. I sat in the middle of Azola and Lizzy, while Jasmine sat on the other side of us. They all wore the traditional attire of their race. It looked like a Japanese komodo but it opened fully in the front like a bath robe. It was so warm sitting between them. Their body’s natural temperature stayed several degrees higher than ours. I felt so small sitting between their.