”This week I fielded question after question about how it felt, where did it all go, could I feel them touch, what was going to the bathroom like af...er that. I answered them all to the best of my ability and graciously accepted their adoration, tips, and more business cards complete with promises of free services. My thong filled up to bulging from much more than just my spent cock. Some of them had brought a friend or partner. So, the tips, the number of questions and the amount of handshaking. As I turned I realised my Aunt had her video camera out and was filming me. I was past caring and actually started to wriggle my arse even more. My Mum then went to her closet again and this time she pulled out a white dress, which again was silky and lacey and almost like a bride’s maids dress. I slipped it on and it was a perfect fit. The dress was quite short though and showed plenty of my stockinged leg. The out fit was completed with some clip on earrings and a very girly necklace and. Before she could complain she was pulled back into an embrace, now her breasts were rubbing directly on John’s tee shirt. He had danced her over to a couch and, and, and she was sitting in his lap!!! She couldn’t remember the last time she sat on a boy’s lap. Suddenly she was worried, was her ass too soft! She knew she couldn’t compete with a teenybopper’s skin tone. The warmth of John’s hand of her boob, now, they were boobs. not breasts, not when being touched like this! Oh my it was so. Edna welcomed her with a lop-sided smile. "You're in the doghouse with Master Brook," she said."So I gathered from Nell. Has he gone completely back into his shell?" Pretty well but he did still come to choir practice yesterday evening." That's a relief. Is he any good?" Surprisingly so. He can't read a note of music of course but he sings in tune. He picks up and remembers the notes very well and I think he's got a natural ear for harmony." That's wonderful. Have you told him?" Sort of but not.