Sue sat down on her couch and kicked off her sandals. Leaning her head back on a throw pillow, she had her left leg laying flat and she bent her right... leg bringing her bare foot up flat on the couch near the back opposite her other thigh.The view for James sitting in the nearby chair was electric. Her entire right thigh was exposed to his view and her moist panties from the exercise of moving could be seen between her legs. Little did he know that at least some of that moisture had nothing to. A panty corselet was eventuallychosen with nicely weighted breast forms and some modest hip padding.Gillian said it seemed much more comfortable than the girdle she had beenwearing so far.They were joined by Sue, one of Pat's colleagues who specialised on makeup. She brought in a box of wigs. "We try to choose a wig which reflectsthe shape of the client's face and the colour of their hair." Afterseveral tries, she selected a dark brown one with straight hair whichfell either side of the face. .to...”“Cum?”“Yes!” she hissed, her face transforming. “Keep sliding your dick in me. Your girl-dick. My sister has a girl-dick!”“Quiet,” I hissed as her pussy spasmed about my cock.“Love it,” she moaned, her voice so throaty, her hips bucking. “Love you, Deidre!”“Love you, Keily,” I groaned as she came.I felt it ripple through her pussy. The hot silk writhed about my cock, massaging me. I shivered, the pleasure shooting through my body. My toes curled as I pumped into her cumming cunny. She. Well, Davie, I'll see you later, OK?" "Right, Trish. And thanks for everything." The blonde winked at the school girl. "There's nothing to thank mefor. That's what friends are all about."* * * Once they were settled in the sleek silver Porsche and heading downthe road toward French Leave, Peter Knight and his daughter began torelax in each other's company a bit. There is something permissive andseductive about a Caribbean Island, particularly one like Eleuthera,where the brilliant semi-tropical.