This madethe skirt hang better. Next I put on one of her bras. After stuffing itwith socks I looked pretty good. In fact I had bigger boobs than mysis...er. Next I rummaged in her closet for some shoes. I found a pair ofblack pumps still in the box. She probably bought them the same time shebought the skirt and top. The shoes were a little hard to put on. Iremember one time my mom told my sister that nylons made it easier to puton tight shoes. So I decided that since I was already dressed like. I kissed her patch of hair and then let my tongue give the same treatment to her clit just like her nipples. She was bucking now, I got up and and layed beside her and guided her hand to my crotch, she started playing with my cock, it was so cute her hand wouldn’t go all the way around it. She stroked it and then she finally kissed it, she expressed she never gave head before, and I told her just to have fun with it, and she did getting about a third of it and then I pushed her head down. "Marsha, let Philip up." That stopped the assault long enough for him to drag both of them near the edge of the bed. "We have to teach you how to aim Philip," Mia addressed her fellow concubine. "Lead him into the bathroom." Marsha climbed off Philip's legs. She joined Mia at the edge of the bed."Got to go, got to go." He expressed his urgency. When Philip stood on his feet, Marsha reached out and took his hand.Mia frowned at her. "You lead a naked man to the bathroom, by his cock." Mia pointed. “Michael I’ve missed you so much, I was so afraid ... They kept telling us you were getting better, only to backtrack and say you had relapsed ... I am still not convinced you’re really better. But you look well, and you are here and not in that horrible place, they wouldn’t let any of us girls visit you. It was just unbearable not knowing what was going on.” Tears started to appear, I just held her and let her know I was here and okay. I won’t tell who the tears belonged to, because I am.