As Tess returned she helped spread the quilt and then held Tess's small body to her almost nude self. Apart from the tube dress that was now folded do...n around her waist she had nothing else on. Tess was not going to be so modest and quickly removed her shirt, bra and skirt. All that was left was the garter belt and stockings which she left on. Now she took both of Fiona's hands and stepped back to display herself to the younger woman, inviting her to look at the small perfect body she had been. Her neck prickled, the fine downy hair on her shoulders and back was erect, vibrating beneath the sun's touch, her small breasts ached and the tiny nubs of her nipples pushed hard against the thin fabric of her dress, caressing themselves endlessly against the material's soft touch, whilst her lower stomach tingled as a never ending drumbeat of sensation played within her and between her legs. Well in truth, Yolanda, didn't really know what was happening between her legs. One moment it was. She would give Monique a call before she decided which one to visit, once she was done with her meeting. Business first, she reasoned despite feeling happy and feeling like she owned the city. She walked deeper into the canyons that would lead her to her appointment."Good afternoon, mademoiselle, how are you this afternoon," Greg asked as he opened the door of the sedan for her."Hello, Greg. I am well enough, although I had a completely horrible meeting. It would seem that Maison de Ville does. Those hairy balls had a mind of their own and moved as I lightly tickled them.“Open your legs.” This was not a request, but an order. I complied. I was rewarded with my new man crouching between my knees and, being still partially propped up on pillows, could watch him explore my lady-parts. Again, I passed inspection. I could tell by his whispers.“Umm. This is a sweet fuck-hole. See what happens when I spread her outer lips: the soft skin around them starts to redden.”My undulations were.