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Diamond looked at herself in the mirror, testing the angles of her body. Her slender thighs were wrapped in fishnets, amateur her supple glutes were crossed with garters, her thong did nothing to hide the coiled gift that bulged from the silk, and her brazier pushed everything high against her chest. “So…?” I grinned, grateful for an excuse to let my eyes consume every inch of the antlered-hermaphrodite, “What do you think?” “I don’t see the point,” Diamond frowned, “these clothes hold no practical purpose. I might as well be naked.” “You inherited your mother’s fashion sense.” I sighed, rolling my eyes to Julia as she smirked in the mirror. I walked behind Diamond, and rested my chin on her shoulder, looking at our mutual reflection, “The purpose of teen women’s clothes isn’t to be practical, but to accentuate what we like about ourselves. The outfit a woman wears is how she wants the world to perceive her.” “So, an outfit is like a message to people I don’t know?” Diamond asked. “Exactly,” I smiled, “and what do you think this outfit says about you?” “That I desire to be naked?” Diamond asked, cocking her head in her signature gesture of confusion. “That’s certainly one interpretation,” I chuckled, “but these aren’t the kind of clothes you actually take off.” “What do you mean?” blowjob Diamond asked. “You remember what your mom told you about sex, right?” I grinned. Diamond smiled and nodded. “Well,” I continued, “these are the kind of clothes you have sex in. So, what does this outfit say about you?” “That I am ready for sex!” Diamond proclaimed loudly, overly-proud to have solved my riddle. I laughed into her shoulder, and even caught a glimpse of Julia trying to hide her smile. I didn’t doubt that the old Julia would’ve been mortified that her hypothetical daughter was wearing lingerie, but Julia post-Passion did little more than give the barest glance of disapproval. It was just another change Passion had made that I begrudgingly had to admit I liked. “That’s right!” I giggled, “But your mother’s correct, Sparkles; you look like a whore right now. Only whores are always ready for sex, and you’re not a whore, are you?” “I don’t know,” Diamond grinned mischievously, “do you think I would make a lot of money?” “Oh my god, you’d make a fortune!” I chuckled as Julia scowled, “You’re the only kind of your species, you’re packing two sets of weapons, you’re drop-dead gorgeous, and you’re a virgin. You are the very definition of ‘exotic.’” “Remember what I told you about sex, Sweetie.” Julia prompted her Brunette daughter as she stared pointedly at me. “It should only be done with those you love and trust!” Diamond proclaimed, happy to have a reason to show what she had learned. “And whores don’t love or trust the people they have sex with,” Julia said, “they trade their pleasure for money, and it is both unholy, and self-destructive.” “I don’t actually want to be a whore,” Diamond confessed, a bashful grin on her face, “I just wanted to know how much money I was worth.” “You’re priceless,” I grinned endearingly as I handed Diamond a dress, “now, try this on.” indian The sundress fit Diamond beautifully, the yellow complimenting her olive complexion, the fabric loose, but well-fitting where it mattered. I tied her scarlet curls into a bow behind her pointed ears, tidying it about the base of her black antlers. “What does this outfit say about me?” Diamond asked, twirling in the mirror and laughing as the dress’s skirt whipped past her thighs. “The dress and the bow say that you’re a good girl and a delightful bundle of fun,” I smiled, “but the stockings say that you have a dirty secret, and some lucky man or woman might get to find out what it is.” “My penis!” Diamond laughed, clapping gleefully, “That’s the secret you’re talking about, right, Aunt Lucilla?” “Sparkles, keep your voice down!” I hissed through my laughter as Julia turned red beside us, “There are other people in the store, and you won’t get to keep your secret if you tell it to everyone!” Diamond placed a conspiratorial finger on grinning her lips, and narrowed her eyes impishly as she tiptoed out of the changing room, where Freydis was waiting, pretending not to have heard everything she just did. I tossed the Valkyrie some money to pay for Diamond’s clothes, and then closed the door to see Julia looking pointedly at me on her stool. Just looking at clothes and make up while chit chatting about nothing in general. You'll just have to make do now...” She grabbed her swimming cap from the floor. Reporter: Damn, I thought you would never ask. Mother looked a little disturbed to see him there, but she didn't send him away, either. It was my only option, especially with Secretary Carson’s refusal to intervene officially.” I placed my hands on the side of her head, running my fingers into her fiery hair. Once again I can feel the heat of my blushing cheeks. I felt myself transfixed with the sight and wordlessly followed Aunt Sheen into her daughter’s bedroom which was currently empty as Dee was at college in Pune. Walking towards her room she is adjusting the towel on her head as I ask" was that a yes for coffee" she pause mid stride to say “yes please “, with her hands busy at her head the towel around her body fell straight to the floor. I thought of my cute little cousins and the way they played in the pool. I felt it coming, I breathed in deeply as I felt the pressure in my crotch explode sending waves up to my head and down to my toes. “Your tits are perfect,” groaned the reverend's wife. by aliveinpr The sun passed its zenith and fell towards the horizon. Then, FINALLY, he asks me to get him Brunette undressed. You have already met one of their kind, Harry." she revealed as she ran her fingers idly through my hair as she edged closer to me. Such was my rapt attention at what was going on outside the window, I barely felt her reach around and gently touch the implant behind my right ear while whispering something in my left. “Damn,” I muttered, blowjob nodding my head in indian approval. He could see her soft belly, her sturdy legs (James had never seen a lady who roller skated regularly with bad looking legs, no matter what the rest of her body looked like,) and her erotic zone, which was fully furred, as it were. "I think I can find room," Old Jock says greedily gazing at Martha's tits. She guided him into her. It was hard work and my pussy amateur muscles were starting to hurt but I managed to make it there and back with the pin only sliding out once. I stepped into the tartan skirt, part of my college's school uniform. I texted Paula. I pulled with more force teen so she let go, it slipped down to her waist to reveal my sister’s nudity. She had always assumed him sometimes intruding on her privacy was just something he did without really thinking about it. Now on to the call to Bob Jaxson. “Photo?”