" Soon I was being measured by Millicent and Mom and Isabel were lookingat their dresses. Everyone agreed that I should have a dress with thesame pink... color as Isabel's. The next hour Mom and Isabel were busytrying on their dress. Mom's dress was practically ready. I really likedhow she looked in her dress. And it's not often that you get to see yourMom in a wedding dress. So I complimented her. Isabel was quite anotherstory. Her figure isn't well suited for the dress. But the shop was wellon. Yes, but they are blank."This brought out a very deep and throaty chuckle for such a small andaged man, "Hahaha. But of course! How else you use them if they havealready been used?"This was followed by some under the breath comment in his native tonguethat I could only assume was something along the lines of "sillyAmerican" based on tone alone."Okay, and what exactly would I use them for?" To help you and your wife." Or was it life? Very hard to tell with hisaccent."How? Eat them? Burn them?. Looking me right in the eye she asked, “ What is it that you want, Sir”. I gambled and said all I wanted was to see her naked and to eat her pussy. Laughing at my frankness she admitted that she had never had a man eat her and always wanted to try. It seemed her husband was rather dull and only did missionary on Thursdays. To that I laughed and said that Thursday would then be my favorite day of the week and I would name everyday Thursday! To that she giggled and said to follow her. Watching. “You okay?” she asked. “Do you want to stop?”“No!” I said more forcefully than I probably needed to. “I want to keep going.”“Okay.”And with that she grabbed my jeans and underwear and slid them down my legs. Then, grabbing the bottom of her tank top, Tori pulled it over her head and exposed her small, firm breasts. Taking her lead, I sat up and slid out of my t-shirt and bra as she pulled her yoga pants down and stepped out of them.I was sitting on the couch. Naked. She was standing in front of.