"Shopping?" I asked, "What shopping?"Helen looked at us in amazement."For the party," she told us. "The party tonight at the Student Union bar? Fancy ...Dress party?" She looked at our uncomprehending faces. "You told me about it last time I was here. You asked me if I would like to come with you. We are going to it, I assume?" Well, yes," Jenny told her, "but we weren't going to bother with costumes." Well, we are now," she told us, "I already have it all organised, so come on."I started to pick. "I'm sure she will be delighted to do so, your royal highness," replied Candice, smiling at the princess, before letting loose a torrent of piss into Kate's mouth, the force of which nearly choked her. "You shall assist the princess, sweet Kate, will you not?" Happily!" Kate said at last, urine trickling out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin, where it gathered in a small pool on her chest above her bare breasts. It was, of course, unnecessary for the princess to have reminded Kate of. Mother took the negatives and contact sheets to London on Sunday while I stayed home wondering when I would ever get to squeeze a breast again or find out what exactly is the secret kept in a womans' panties. Between wondering I would pull out the pictures I kept of mom in her panties and wank at the memories of shooting them. Best Sunday ever !The next morning mom was back in the kitchen and I went down for breakfast. On the table was a large black suitcase. Mother fairly gushed when she saw. "Yeah, that view looks really good," he thought to himself. "If any boys see that, they'll agree it looks good and ought to pay me for their look." He pulled off his slacks and jockeys using the shorts to try to clean up. Finally he gave up and went to the bathroom and grabbed a washrag and got it all off. He went back into the bedroom and got new underwear on and then his pants. He went down to the kitchen to get his coffee and found Sarah already there reaching for her cereal on the top shelf.