Despite their relation to him, Tom couldn't help but to admire their physical attributes. Neither girl seemed to find this out of place. In fact, all ...hree women seemed to be sitting in a daze, not quite aware of their surroundings.At the head of the table sat Maggie, their mother. Maggie was a very attractive woman in her early forties. She wore her blonde hair pulled up, and was tonight dressed in a flowery silk blouse, and a black skirt. Her blue eyes scanned the room before landing on the. She was a co-worker at an old job I had. Some of the guys would give her shit, calling her the chunky princess and such. Like they were to talk. I'd seen some of their wives. Trust me, some of these dudes were married to women who'd make a dildo go limp. Yeah, Z may have had some meat on her bones, but deep down she was a sweet heart who was also kind of a tomboy. Z was a little chunky, but she had a pretty face and long brunette hair. Her breast were perfect for a lady her size.So this asshole. The fit was different, unlike anything he had everworn. It clung to him in ways a man's clothing never would. The whitegarment resembled his princely robes in style and fabric, but that waswhere the similarities ended. This version was cut tight, as the oldone had never been. Cut close to her chest, highlighting cleavage inways that were new and alarming. There was a divide at the waist, a gapthat showed her slim belly, ending in a flowing white skirt.The outfit was strange and alien, so unlike. I knew it was time to take her to bed and give us both the pleasure we had only just being teasing at so far. I stood, turned her around and pulled her hard to me, kissing her passionately on the lips."Get into bed, gorgeous," I said as our kiss broke momentarily.Elisa smiled at me, then kissed me hard. Taking my hand, she turned and left the bathroom, tugging me with her. She flopped onto her back on the bed. I could see her chest was already flushed and the goose bumps were back again. My own.