"I hear that Kate's back home, Larry. I imagine your mother is happy and relieved about that?" We all are. Ten months was a long time for her to be go...e." Yes, I can't imagine having Sissy gone from me for that long. Your mother must be a stronger woman than I am." I'm glad Kate's back, but she doesn't seem any different. I was hoping being in Hungary would change her more." She might be more changed than she lets on to you. Girls, especially the ones her age, and I guess her age and older. About her neck was a choker that matched thelingerie's satin and lace design. A broad, lacy wedding-type garterrested just below her left stocking top.The dress was a blend of sissy and vamp, with more than a small dollop ofslut thrown in for spice.Its jet-black taffeta moir? dress had an empire waist with a satin bowjust under the center of the ruffled bust line. The built-in taffeta andlace petticoats gently lifted the dress out from its high waistline. Thefrilly petticoat's ruffles and lace. What she was hearing was not the sound of passionate lovemaking.What she was hearing was the sound of sadness.Her mother was crying."Mom?" She tapped lightly on the door.The weeping continued. A thought whisked over the periphery of her awareness: perhaps her mother had seen Derek and perhaps he'd told her of the afternoon fuck session they'd enjoyed.But surely her mother wouldn't be broken up over that. After all, they'd both shared a single man simultaneously. Neither had been particularly. “Nope, I have bigger tits,” I responded. “Let’s compare then, shall we?” she commanded. “Wouldn’t that be a little weird?” I asked. “Scared? Ant bites,” she laughed. “Hell no,” I replied. “Let’s do it.” Hesitantly, we both started to take our shirts off. With our cheeks turning bright red, we waited to see who would take their bra off first. I gulped and with a sharp breath, I unclipped my bra and slid it down my arms. My small, pink nipples on my 32B tits were fully erect at this point as they.