Vue magnifique

 At the end of the evening as we were getting ready for bed, me in my stays, my red shortie nightie and my leather mittens Miss slipped into her very alluring long black nightie. Miss fills out the garment very well and I got a great eyeful of her friends Jeremy and Nigel trying to spill out of her dress. English readers (reader more like) will be able work that one out I hope. 

Sadly the boys behaved well enough to stay inside, they'd got plenty of attention in the afternoon and Miss was very tired, but i wanted nothing more right then than to press my face into them both and just feel enveloped by my Miss and her sweet friends. 

After a long night crushed into my controlling frillies, underpants so tight my poor knoblet could barely swell, let alone erect, Miss woke me as it was time for breakfast. I persuaded her to scrap our plan to head into town for breakfast so we could do a bit of spooning. So we did, me as little spoon and her behind me hugging me tight around my neck and gripping my teats in her hands as I trembled and twisted. 

Miss tired of this before I did so I rolled over to face her and, happy to say, she then hugged me tight to her cleavage, just as I'd hoped last night. All i could do was snuggle close, smell the perfume of her (and her perfume- Bulgari) feel her soft bosoms and breathe. Breathe with difficulty. Every hug to hold me tight forced me closer so i just kissed her where I could. 

Then Miss forced her knee up between my legs, grinding my privates and occasionally lifting and pumping my knee into them. I grabbed her thigh to stroke it in reward for her grinding me like that, lost in a glorious happy cwtch.

More again soon I hope.