Reckon it'd fit you?" Well you ought to know - you took my inside measurements enough times this afternoon!"Both women bend forward convulsed with hys...erical laughter.Wiping away their tears and straightening up, they are surprised to be confronted by a dapper-looking grey-haired man standing at attention in front of them. He has a thin pencil moustache and wears pale yellow golfing slacks and a blue military-style blazer with brass buttons. He carries a plastic bag under his arm like a. " Mom said as we got out of the car and started walking into the food court."Really? We could've been fucking this entire time?" Mary asked.Mom and I laughed. We went inside and grabbed some food. We ordered some to-go for Emma, in case she woke up, and ate. After eating we went back to the car and continued on our way.Emma woke up a little while into the ride home, and peaked her head through the curtains to find Mary asleep against my arm. Emma smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek before. " She opened a drawer pulling a nightie that matched my panties. All I could do at this point is moan as Joy undressed me and put my nightie on me. She then changed into her off white nightie and lay down next to me on the bed. She gently massaged my penis through the silky fabric as she whispered in my ear "Oh Tammy, just relax and let me take care of you sweetheart." I began to let go and let her do just that, I was in another world... Suddenly I woke up and Joy was gone, my penis was still. A tradition older than England itself. And all because of the unfinished business of the dissolution of the United Kingdom.It could have been so different if that idiot Princess Rachel hadn't made such a mess of her proposed marriage to that commoner. It was bad enough that centuries of precedent were amended to enable her to succeed to the throne. And then she broke yet more precedent by wanting to marry a mere low-life. But worst of all was for her to have subsequently made such a fuck-up of.