It required repair and tailoring work to fit her properly, and the multiple colors in it had her frequently re-threading the only suitable needle she ...ad. She sighed, wondering what it would be like to buy new clothes that fit.The wedding couple was having their children serve as best man and bridesmaid. They had originally planned to be married on the Sunday before Presidents' Day. However the non-denominational church they had chosen was already booked, so they decided to be married on. Harry sighed as he watched Sharon move her face closer to his cock; her tongue flicking out she licked the head of his cock then down the shaft. Harry didn’t taste like any man she’d tasted before, there was something different about the taste of an much older man Sharon thought, it wasn’t going to put her off sucking him but she wasn’t overly excited about it if she was honest. Harry watched her and moaned as Sharon’s mouth engulfed his cock, taking the first few inches in before she closed. As an acolyte priest, he had his choice of the handmaidens of the Temple, but those Chosen few, the Priestesses of Aphrodite, were beyond his meager position. That he had been allowed to make a Choice, and judge the Chosen through her Trials, was a great honor. What he was less willing to admit was that he longed for the chance to lead such a nymph through her sexual awakening. Not only would a successful Trial enhance his position in that Temple, it would be a sexual adventure he would long. She hit upon a key combination that produced a blank silhouette of a human body, and a prompt for 'Name.' She entered her own name. The program said 'User or Subject'. She picked 'User.' It said, 'Registered.' Back to the command prompt.This time she said 'Subject' and the program popped up an outline of her body shape, a description of her background, her looks, her statistics, and with a few more keystrokes, every salient detail of her current life. It included data that was not on file.