I loved the smell of her milk, and I could smell it on her breasts. The next few days, were similar to the one in the previous story. We would shower ...ogether, she would dress slutty, walk to work, serve her evergrowing male clients, and come back and get fucked by John. The difference was I couldnt go see her work, so I stayed by myself for a few days, and could not open the door under any circumstances to anyone. The first highlights of those days were me going through all my moms new. Lots. The girls down south seem to be advanced over the girls up here in Philadelphia." Did they let you touch it?" Steve asked."No I was afraid to ask, but Emily Rogers my second cousin, and one of the ones with hair, pulled the hair to the sides so I could I could see it real good. The lips kind of opened and it was all pink inside. I really liked that." Of course you liked it. It was a PUSSY!" said Steve."Damn guy, that was awesome. I spent a month at camp up in Maine with nothing but guys.. An uncomplimentary odor surrounded them once they had reached the tailor's shop. Their soiled clothes stunk so bad that the tailor would not admit them until Lori had crossed his palm with silver. Once inside the tailor had them change into robes, then had their old clothes burnt. A good way to ensure that the customers bought something, thought Lori.Once the tailor had taken their measurements, he checked to see what clothes he had at hand that would fit them. Unfortunately, the only clothes. " His eyes conveyed his meaning quite clearly."I'd count on it," she answered, her voice dropping an octave.She turned and left then and he drew in his breath. He felt like he'd been sucker-punched. The back of her gown was open all the way to the gentle swell of her buttocks. She was not model slim, but curvaceous. Rubenesque would be the word he'd use for her. Quite appropriate considering their surroundings.'I've got to stop this. Concentrate, old chap, ' he admonished himself. He turned and.