." this whole conversation was starting to feel more than alittle crazy. Women didn't usually start giving themselves a boobmassage right in front of ...e -- not even at the Treasure Palace. I felta sudden, severe tightness in my pants and stepped closer to the tableto hide it. "Yeah, it... Umm... It must be nice."She grinned at me again. "You want to find out?"I gulped. I was pretty sure I'd get in big trouble if anyone saw metouching this woman's breastage, or maybe she'd get in trouble. My head was spinning wildly. My mind was on the Ferris wheel this time, except the thing was turning at about a hundred mile an hour. Along for the ride was my stomach, pitching about with gleeful abandon and little regard for my well-being. I squeezed my eyes tighter shut and groaned.Suddenly, I felt something cool and damp across my forehead and tried to open my eyes. The light was blinding, sending the Ferris wheel careering about in all directions, spinning wildly and impossibly on its axis. He finally snapped out of it, and decided he _must_ get toItaly. He searched high and low looking for clothes that fit. He finally had to send the maid out to buy something."It seems my employer's bimbo lost her clothes," the maid toldthe clerk at a small boutique. "They sent me to fetch somenew ones. That mini in the window looks nice."Three hours later, Gordon was dressed in lacy panties and askimpy but strong bra, a soft leather miniskirt, and a verythin silk blouse, and standing in 4. One that does not accept incest - a morality that I was banking all my cards on."We are home Mary, James and I will help you into bed."She giggled to herself while James removed his paw from his mothers lap just as the door opened. The driver helped us half drag my wife from the car and while we did this James leaned over and whispered, "I can not fucking believe how easy this has been!"I only gave him an encouraging smile - but never said a word, we are not out of the fucking woods as.