"Laura..." Yes." I wish you were here to lick it," Sholandra whispered."Ohhh!" Laura moaned softly, uncontrollably."I'm holding the lips open so I can...see the pink insides. I wish your tongue were sliding into it." Oh god. Yes... yes!" Laura panted, rubbing her own wet pussy more rapidly."Are you touching yourself?" Sholandra asked, slyly."Yes." I thought so. I'm pinching one of my nipples now, and... tickling my clit. Unhhhh! Oh! God... I'm going to suck it, my nipple, god... it feels so. I didn't need a bra as the dress was strapless and the bodice was of stiffened silk.Living near a small village had the benefit of both women arriving together and soon we had taken over the whole front parlour, good for incoming sunlight, as one snapped pictures while the other pinned and tucked.Once I was in my dress the photographer realised that she needed someone standing with me to approximate my husband to be, so we called on Pierre to fill the role. My high heels where the right height. How he was blocked in by a landslide and fallen tree, how he had seen the light. "Where's the nearest motel or somewhere to stay?" he finished."Remember you passed through a small town 20 miles back? That's the nearest!" She shrugged. "Looks like you're stuck here. You can bunk down on the hearth rug. Can I offer you something to eat?"Greybeard grinned, "Now you mention it, I haven't eaten since breakfast." Sit yourself down," she indicated a large comfortable chair to one side of a glowing log. By John's smile when he enteredthe car her appearance was flawless and the slight bulge in histrousers indicated more than a verbal compliment could.John states simply; "the seafood restaurant tonight sweetheart and thenwe can go to our favourite spot." Jayne smiled her acceptance and awayJohn took them; sweeping his car at a speed to raise the adrenaline butnot fast enough to scare his lady.Dinner was a dream; every man in the restaurant stared at Jayne andwished they were John that night..