" Were we ever!" laughed the lovely brunette."Karen and her girlfriend split recently and she's feeling a little lonely so I told her I'd let her borr...w you for a little while." I ... uh ... of course," answered Marsha her heart sinking with what was now obvious. Her decline at Lymon Lingerie had begun."Of course Karen is very discriminating so I told her she could give you a test spin right here in the office." But..." began Marsha."Now!" was all Ginger had to say to command obedience.Marsha. I pulled it up and reached underneath to pull down the tails ofthe blouse, then began to finish buttoning myself in.I struggled with the collar button; Lisa reached up and helped me."Hold still, sweetie" she said, managing to close the collar tightlyaround my neck. It reminded me of how it felt to wear a men's suit, afeeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.Lisa had unbuttoned the little collar buttons, and now she turned thecollar up to wrap the floppy bowtie around my neck. It wasn't a. Mom stated that I only dreamed that I would have breast her size. Mom was a 44DD when she wore the gown and had gotten much larger after she gave birth to me. Mom reached in to lift up my boobs. She had forgotten that I did not have a bra on and her palms grazed a crossed my nipples. When she did that it sent a signal right to my clit. The more she touched my nipples the wetter I could feel myself getting. I had hoped that she would not be able to smell the. ”“How do you know?” Tabatha asked, surprised that this serving girl could be so well informed about a dying world millions of miles away.“The Praetor on Earth, of course,” she said simply. “It still transmits data occasionally. Besides the one at the university, it’s the only Praetor left. It hasn’t transmitted for awhile, though. There’s not much going on down there anymore. Just lots of bugs running around. The last human died at least fifty years ago. He was a long-lifer, like you.”“Like.