We'll keep it our littlesecret."Daniel couldn't speak."Come on," the neighbor urged. "I won't tell your dad what you've been upto. Let's go. Never kne... we had such a talented and useful neighbor rightacross the street." But your wife.." Daniel replied. "Isn't she...." Shopping as usual," he blurted. "We're in luck. We'll have the house allto our selves, very private. Let's go."Daniel followed Thom into his house."Strip for me," Thom insisted.As Thom sat back on his sofa, hands behind his head,. Still looking at the page, I made up some words, trying my best to remember how some of the stories had sounded. 'You taught me, you sexy slut of a neighbor. You did. Don't you remember that morning? The way your pussy peeked out from your dress as you sat with your legs a little too far apart. Oh you made me so very wet just looking at those pussy lips.'Now Abby's fingers stroked my folds of skin between my legs, rubbing just along the outside edge, a fingertip playing with a bit of the skin. “You know what I could do with?” she asked. “I could murder a cup of tea.”“Okay,” I said, pulling my underpants back on and confident that we could resume the festivities later. “Don’t go away.” To confirm ownership, I pulled a braless breast out and licked the nipple, then ran a finger along her slit for emphasis.“You gonna fookin’ eat me after?” she said.“I fuckin’ am,” I replied before leaving the room.Downstairs I found one of the spare girls in the kitchen, boiling the kettle.“I’ll mek it. Mandy and Rose had their buckskins, plus a few dresses that had seen better days, and Sam had even less.Therefore, after a referral by the bank clerk, a tailor was contracted to fit them with appropriate clothing. He came to their hotel rooms with two assistants, to take their measurements, and he promised them the first products of his efforts, used suits and dresses made to fit, for the next day.Thus it came that they all sat to dinner in the fancy hall of the hotel wearing their buckskins..