"You need to join us in the cafeteria my dear. Time to meet yourfellows. I will be back in half an hour. Do be dressed, appropriately.Oh, no mix and m...tch. You need to choose a style of your own. One or theother, see you soon." And she was gone as 'she' gazed at the bed with a vague unease and adesire to wear clothing. To feel... normal, less exposed.She looked at the choice. A little miss muffett blancmange or slightlytarty grown up. With a shiver and a small sigh she reached for thesleeveless. My God …..she was now without any bra on….her full boobs showing big and pointy at me and her very naughty smile on her face….I guessed she was about 36 and a d cup. …I still didn’t reply…..I looked at the pics again and again a few times….Next …few minutes later my phone rang….I had a hard on by now….I answered…Uncle did you enjoy my pics…she asked….I said …is this necessary….she said she was carried away and wanted to do it….and you are the only man I want to show my body to. I was silent and. He was there for them, a hole to be fucked and filled, his ring burning from the strain but loving it all the same. It was not a sensation that he would have given up for any manner of comfort or other pleasure, lusting too viciously, a driving need powering up from deep in his gut. It was feral and it was raw and it only came forth from the strain of two cocks pounding his backside both at once.It was his chance to burn in ecstasy, splattering his own stomach in cum, though the studs were not. "Alison snorted with laughter, and had a fit of the giggles. "If you hadworn your apron, it would not have mattered, but now you're going to haveto go upstairs again and change. You must like doing the washing, the wayyou are running through shirts." Alan was outraged, he knew he hadn'tspilt the jam, but could not bring himself to argue with this mad woman.He stumped off upstairs to find a clean shirt, and when he returned,Sandra stood and held the apron up in front of him. "Put this on,.