Then her face got very serious.“How do you feel this morning?” He slipped his hands under her shirt and lifted her breasts.“I think you can tell...pretty well. You’ve already got my nipples up. But, you mean about last night. I feel great.”“Was he good?” her husband asked.“Oh yes, love. He was good, he was different, he made me come a whole lot. How about you? Did it go all right?”“Sure. I mean, she was as eager and into it as you were. We’ve known these guys a long time. We know them and trust. The girl'ssaw the expression and changed their attitudes utterly. Who the hell wasthis woman?All four of them were perfect, I didn't mind being with them, I wouldhave slept with all four at once, their skirts were a shorter than mineand they were allowed to use perfectly combed but loose hair, they werevery sexy, the typical group if Bitch Queens.Tiffany was the leader, it wasn't difficult to see why she was here.Bitch was a very demure word to describe her. She was catty with everycomment,. ” she cooed with a big smile on her satisfied face. Alison slithered up to him and kissed him on the lips, tasting her sister off his lips and tongue. “Will that happen every time?” she queried. “You know that cool sensation...” “Depends who does it my love. You’ll see.” “Can ... er can you do it. Do it again ... please?” she whimpered. Licking his lips, he went down on her again after kissing her, sucking on her pussy slit. This time Alison giggled in a throaty way. Prodding his fingers into. The elders said we passed our authenticity test. We were pre 1823 and looked it. Slightly smudged, a little dusty but in period. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there was no attempt at fakery. We wore leather, cotton, feathers and wool as appropriate. Belted knives and dangles, tin cones and hair pipes.We drew the eye of every male between the ages of 13 and 80.We jingled quietly as we walked.A man with a camera stepped up.“I need a picture of you two,” John Baird said. “Oh ... Hi,.