Gracie loved it. She said it was perfect and men loved a glimpse of nipple.I wore a lightweight, very dark maroon jacket over the blouse so at least I...could cover up my tits if it became too much for me.Gracie wore an alarmingly low cut, simple black dress that came to just above her knees and a lightweight black jacket over the top. She wore stockings and flat shoes. She couldn’t walk in heels. She looked OK. There was no way to disguise her fat little body but she was right about her tits. Lacking the usual escalators, that meant a long spiraling journey down a cramped staircase. My wife and I were both pooped by the bottom. When the train pulled in, we fell into the seats. I tapped her on the shoulder; she turned toward me briefly and smiled and we settled in for the short ride to our hotel.That's when I began to scan the passengers around me. It was the usual eclectic collection, but just one woman intrigued me.She was sitting across the aisle from my wife. Her skin was the. “My turn to cum” he said as he lifted my legs up to position my ass to his cock. With one hand, he reached over, grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it over his cock. A lot of lube, it was dripping off him as he rubbed the lube over his cock. His cock was standing straight, he placed it against my ass, and started to push it in. “Breathe,” he said, “relax and enjoy it, you will love it.” I felt my ass split wider as he entered me. “Breathe” he said, and I did, I was breathing has hard as I. .. Clint's lovers. How many did he have in his harem? Were we a part of his harem now? Was he our new big brother?I wanted to think, but Kimiko had other ideas.“Let's watch some TV,” she said, grabbing my hand. “Drink in more American culture.”“Yes, onee-sama,” I said, not resisting.She dragged me out to the living room. Mom had it mostly unpacked, our TV setup. Kimiko turned it on and America TV appeared. She flipped to a random channel showing a singing competition right now. Then she pulled.