My best friend. Doug looked at me with a bit of a shocked look and said "really?... you know I wouldn't tell a soul if you did". I nodded as I said ..."I know I can trust you". I noticed that his attention was no longer on the game, but with me and my phone when he said "just to make it fair... if you show me Tammy's pics, I'll show you some pictures of Nancy she has sent me... but it has to stay between us... deal?". I could feel my heart racing, and my cock growing as I realized I was not. The ceiling was . . . well it was sort of white. Those spongy tiles with the holes all over them. Like you would have found in a school or a hospital years ago. A hospital. She felt it now. The pain and the heaviness were coming on in a slow wave. It seemed like her whole left side was weighted down by bandages. Those were white too. So, the whole world wasn’t khaki after all. And the slender silver stand with the bottles and tubing hanging from it at her right side wasn’t khaki either.. "Mickey!" was all I could manage as my penis erupted within her vagina and I clung to her, jerking with every spurt, my eyes were open all the time, as were hers for she'd taken the patch off, whereas before they'd been bright blue, almost sparkling, suddenly they seemed misty, distant even and as I began to relax on top of her, I realised they were filled with tears."What is it Mickey?" I said anxiously, "Mickey darling, please tell me, what's wrong?"It took five minutes for her to stop, five. Those garments, just like these three now before the young tailor, were of rather inferior style, materials and construction. Duncan the Tailor enjoyed wealth and the patronage of his father, but his technical skills were quite lacking and he allowed his own pitifully trained and virtually unpaid apprentices to do the fast majority of his work for him.The guild master’s wife needed to wear these garments in attendance to the Baron ... but as bought they ill-fit and already the seams were.