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of the bed
was a breakfast tray. Pancakes, sausage and hash-browns. Over to
the side of the room Tamera was checking herself out in a mirror,
wearing a tight-fitting pinstripe business suit. “She awakes!” said
Tamera looking over at Brie. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
    “What is all this?” said Brie.
    “Just more 'thank you’s' that can never be
enough,” said Tamera.
    “I'm the one who is supposed to make you
breakfast,” said Brie.
    “Maybe another day.”
    “Are you going to work?”
    “I have a staff meeting in Overton tomorrow.
I'll be back on Saturday. I had an old business suit hanging in
here. I wanted to try it on to see if still fits.”
    “It does,” said Brie, shaking her head.
“Like, what could you have been worried about?”
    “After a baby, things can shift around,” said
Tamera. “I didn't know if I needed to have some of this taken in or
let out...”
    “Oh come on,” laughed Brie, reaching around
and gliding her fingers along Tamera's skirted backside. “There's
not a thing wrong with you.”
    “Best to find out now and not the day you're
going to wear it.”
    “So,” Brie blushed, “Are you wearing all that
hot stuff underneath as well?” said Brie.
    “Of course,” Tamera said, sitting down on the
edge of the bed. “Same as what you had on the other night. Do you
want to see?”
    Brie swallowed and ignored the come-on. “I
don't know why you bother with all that if no one ever sees
it.”
    “Well, I'll know its there,” Tamera smiled,
“And Brad too. He gets to see me get dressed in the mornings, and
undressed in the evenings.”
    “But Brad's not into that stuff.”
    “Ah. Yes, well... you got me there,” said
Tamera, picking up a sausage link and sliding it into Brie's mouth.
“But you can see it if you want. Unzip me now and I'll show you,”
said Tamera turning her backside to Brie. Tamera's bottom hovered
above her, a beautiful round ledge wrapped in its skirt. Brie
tentatively reached up and brushed her fingers against the skirt,
letting them drift upwards to the top of the zipper just under the
short-waisted jacket. She slid her fingers into the cowling
covering the zipper and pinched the top with her thumb and
forefinger, the suit jacket lightly brushing against her knuckles.
Brie pulled downwards. The skirt split open along the center of
Tamera’s ass in a V. It grew larger as the zipper parted, at first
revealing her garter belt framing the small of her back, then the
thin strip of the thong panties disappearing into her crack, and
finally the tight garter straps curving around each side of two
perfectly formed buttocks. Brie grabbed the hem, tugging the skirt
down Tamera’s silky legs until it fell to the floor at Tamera’s
feet.
    Tamera turned back around, sliding another
sausage link into Brie's mouth. “If you must know, this all for
Kay. She's into it.”
    “Kay? Is Kay like your girlfriend?” said
Brie, finding it strangely hard to get the words out.
    “Yes, I suppose she is.”
    “Who is she?” said Brie as Tamera slid
another sausage into her mouth.
    “A paralegal in our office.”
    “Does Brad know about her?” Brie said,
whispering, gazing at Tamera’s exposed stocking-covered, showgirl
legs towering above her.
    “He's known about her for awhile. He pretends
he doesn’t mind but I know he does, I just try to be discrete.”
    “Is she pretty?” said Brie, feeling
vulnerable asking the question.
    “Don't you mean, 'Is she as pretty as you?'”
said Tamera.
    “Why would I ask that?”
    “Well, she is,” said Tamera.
    “Okay,” said Brie.
    “Are you jealous?” said Tamera.
    “Why would I be jealous?” said Brie.
    “Because I've been feeding you sausages for
the last few minutes and you seem to like it.”
    Brie blushed again, this time feeling the
blood radiating through her face. Tamera leaned down and kissed her
full on the mouth, cupping Brie's breast through her nighty. She
clasped Tamera's hair, amazed at how easily