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“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.” 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, jerking “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. “I don’t mind that you’re attracted to her,” Julia said softly, “but I wish you’d let her find herself in her own way. I know Diamond was born a grown woman, but she still has a lot of maturing to do.” “I’m just guiding her along,” I replied carefully, “you know I won’t touch her without your blessing.” “Blessing.” Julia snorted, slumping her shoulders as she looked in the mirror, “The woman who used to give blessings and wear robes is gone. I feel like an imposter with these on.” “Do you want femdom me to masturbation give you a little makeover?” I grinned as Julia pulled off her robes. Julia smiled ruefully and nodded, and I guiltily revealed the outfit I had already picked for her. I wasn’t the smartest woman, but I had a mind for fashion few others could match, and I knew exactly what Julia needed. The blouse exposed a modest amount of shoulder and midriff, but a vulgar amount of cleavage. Julia’s pale, sparkling complexion was bared where it would be the most effective, and her unnaturally-enlarged breasts were quite the asset. The pants hugged her glutes snugly, lifting and separating, while the inseam was generous enough to accommodate her manhood without drawing too much attention to it. Personally, I would’ve liked to let the thing bulge in all its glory, but I knew Julia was still very self-conscious about it. “Well,” I said, beaming over her shoulder, “do you like it?” “I really shouldn’t,” Julia smiled guiltily, “but it does look good on me, doesn’t it?” “It’s almost perfect,” I whispered, pulling the item from my pocket, “it’s just missing one thing.” I draped the golden chain about Julia’s neck, and smiled at her widening eyes. The crescent symbol of The Holy Mother dangled from its center, and I grinned as it disappeared into her cleavage. I clasped the chain about her nape, and planted a tender kiss fetish where the metal met. “You’ll always be Sister Julia to me.” I whispered, holding her tightly from behind. Julia smiled tearfully, and let her head fall on her shoulder, locking gazes with me. Our lips connected below our closing eyes, and I tasted the sweet honey of her kiss for the first time in weeks. It was different now; more passionate, more aggressive, more… everything. I begrudgingly thanked Passion once again, and dripped like butter into the hedonism of my lover. There was a promise behind that kiss, and I grinned internally as I felt it pass between our sucking mouths. It doesn’t really matter what kind of Big Tits a woman you are, whether you’re pious or agnostic, uptight or free-willed; if your lover gives you jewelry, you must reciprocate. I just didn’t think she’d do it right there. Thank you, Passion; you dead, wonderful, old whore. JULIA Lucilla’s soft lips stoked the flame that I’d let dwindle, her tongue supplied the fuel, and her body set it ablaze. I didn’t know how I’d gotten her pressed against the mirror, my trembling fingers tearing her white turtle neck from her body, her fumbling hands struggling with my belt as our lips smeared spit and lipstick across our devouring mouths. Ahhh… The first day of school... When I shot my load she gave the tube to Richard. "Full sentences, slut," he said. Watching my wife and son have passionate sex masturbation on the lawn had made me reconsider all the irrational preconceptions I used jerking to have regarding incest. Her fetish robes parted revealing her nude body beneath, she must have pleaded with her killer raising her hands in front of her face as to stop him from shooting her. The choice is yours. “Naughty man!” I chastise Billy as he cups my bottom for the 20th time of night. "Oh, yeah. 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