Mrs. Bestlace and Maid Didi held the dress before Julian."Oh my Gawd," whispered and overcome sissy as a small tear of joy escapedhis eye.The dress wa... beyond anything even Julian's fertile sissy imaginationcould conger up. It was a confection of whispering silk taffeta in thesame pale pink color and his lingerie. White satin bows adorned it whitelace hem and each short puffy sleeve end. The bodice had a low cutsweetheart neckline with yet another bow at its center. A sash went aboutits high. Almost like a warning.The counter timer served to remind the wait staff of how long food sat on the pass through, from the kitchen before it was picked up and delivered to the table.It was a fifties style diner, complete with jukebox and faded, framed photos of old cars, old movie stars, and old menus. People who loved the Last Chance Diner did so in large part because it never changed. They could depend on old-fashioned ambiance and sensible meals. The patrons on that last night were the same. Otherwise there is trouble lurking around the corner for you”.I was really happy and excited as this was the first time I would be sucking on some babe’s nipples. I took her into my arms and went behind the cupboard. There she opened her blouse and bra and I took them completely off her hot body. I looked at those heavenly globes and cupped them in my both hands and started massaging them. It was difficult for me to control and very quickly my mouth replaced my hands. Slowly I started sucking. I expected her to go down on him again, which she did, but at the same time James went down on me sucking vigorously! He cupped my balls in his hand and alternated sucking them and stroking me hard.I took the chance to push her hands off her vagina and to lower my mouth on her clit. We were in a triangle. She moaned with pleasure as my tongue replaced James' cock. I dipped in her as deep as I could, stroking her juices around her puckered ass, while my mouth also enjoyed her button. James also.