Tears filled Jane’s eyes as she told Mabel that she just couldn’t wear this dress. ‘A woman would have to have a perfect figure, to get away wi...h wearing something like this. I am just a girl with big tits, and my body isn’t good enough to flaunt in this.’ Mabel stood behind her as she looked into the mirror. She put her arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. ‘Do you trust me Jane?’ Jane just nodded being too upset to speak. ‘If I didn’t know for certain that your body wasn’t perfect. Stunned, perhaps the mild anxiety I've been feeling for the last few years is stirring this up but no... I ask her the next day and she meant the question. We flirt a little more, keeping it light to avoid awkwardness. I admit I had thought about it years ago but it could have affected our friendship. She agrees, but there's still a glimmer as she shares some pictures. One of two suggestive but no actual nudity. It's almost the end of my stay-cation - I suggest we meet for a coffee when the. He stood atthe bottom of the steps holding first Ramona's hand and then Cloe's as hehelped them down.Cloe blushed even as she beamed with pride, one hand under her veryswollen stomach."Mistress Gwendolyn," Ramona began. "I can't thank you enough for thisopportunity." She seemed happier better adjusted to things than the lasttime I'd seen her."Yes thank you Mistress," Cloe made an attempt at a curtsey."Now, now Kitten, not in your condition," I said."Ma'am may I present, Mistress Preen, the. She looked at me over her shoulder. “Want your hard cock!” was all she said, and she fingered her cunt to show me exactly what she wanted.I wasn’t a priest any more. I was just a man with his steel hard penis hungrily sticking hard up erect, and there in front of me was a naked woman, her legs wide and her willing vagina gaping open in front of me, pleading with me to have her. I held Moira’s thighs and thrust forward. I savoured the pressure of her vagina lips against my penis head for a.