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Right from the start, Chapter Eight 8 - By: Beverly Taff Simon: The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door; Mrs Benson(Jane): Dorie Lou's mother; Mary and Sandra: Simon's other classmates in school. Miss Webster: Their form teacher. Sophia: Mary's mother. Alicia: Sandra's mother. Chapter Eight Alicia and Sophia flew midweek to visit their daughters. It gave them two extra days shopping for while their daughters were working, their mothers could indulge in their happiest dreams. For the two mothers the Wednesday, Thursday and Friday was just a dreamy whirl of bridal shop after bridal shop. Eventually, they had picked out several styles and by Saturday their daughters had only to turn up at the morning appointments for decisions and fittings. Naturally, Simone and Dorie Lou tagged along but as bride's maids, their job was simple. They only had to pose as mannequins for they were similar sizes to Sandra and Mary. As they posed and paraded with the gowns, Mary, Sandra, Sophie and Alicia studied and compared the favoured styles and ideas. For Simone and Dorie Lou the whole day was one ecstatic dream of lace and satin with frills and bows. Simone was beside herself with joy. A full wedding with all the lace and trimmings was nearly every transvestite's dream. To add to the occasion, at Saturday noon, Jane Benson arrived and joined the fun. The main thing that pleased both Alicia and Sophia was the fact that the dressmakers and assistants were so supportive and considerate. Not a single gasp of surprise or censure escaped anybody's lips at the mention of a lesbian wedding. Sophia mentioned this to Jane who smiled back wryly. "Think about it Sophie, they're getting double sales of two bridal gowns, plus all the bride's maid's dresses, what shop could turn down that sort of business." "Yes," replied Alicia, "Well of course, you being the business woman would see it like that. But you're right. However, I'm still pleased that nobody seems to show any offence or ridicule. The sales assistants seem to actually prefer it. This state is something else when it comes to all this sort of stuff." "Just go with the flow Allie," added Sophia. Jane's right, our daughters are happy, and I'm happy. Are you?" "Oh yes! Of course!" "And they've promised you both grandchildren, is that right?" asked Jane. "Oh yes!" squealed Alicia, "I'd like to know how, but I'll not ask any questions. I'd also love to know who they've got lined up as a father." "Well. I'm sure they'll tell you all in good time," replied Jane, who had a strong suspicion as to who the girls had chosen. "Now tell me, is it true that Sandra's younger cousins are bride's maids as well?" "Oh! Yes," replied Sophia, "and two distant relations of ours from Georgia. They're from my husbands side." "Heck! If they're anything like David your other half, I'm stunned that they'd ever agree to let their daughters attend a lesbian wedding." "They had no choice. Mary phoned the girls up and invited them before telling their parents. By the time David's cousin learned of it she already had two daughters who were determined to be bride's maids. My Mary can be quite Machiavellian when push comes to shove. Their mother was distraught about the gay thing, but she's a right Christian fundamentalist but try telling two, ten-year-old and eight-year-old, little girls that they're not allowed to be bride's maids." "I see what you mean. Are the parent's coming?" "We couldn't stop them once the little girls knew of their invitation." "Will they make trouble?" "I don't think so. The little girls won't stand for it. They're a right little pair of madams; spoilt rotten of course but very pretty little girls and they absolutely adore Mary. They'd scream the house down if their parents refused to let them come, and they'll scream if anybody spoils the wedding. They love Mary to bits and she's the only one who can make them do as they're told. I suppose it's all those years of having an older cousin who played with them and baby-sat them as little children. Mary can do no wrong in their eyes." "Well, I hope it works out. Now, what about David and Bill, their fathers." "They've agreed to give their daughters away, reluctantly of course, but it's that or lose their only daughters for ever." "And any subsequent grandchildren of course," added Jane. "Exactly," finished Sophia, "and neither Allie nor I will allow that!" Jane grinned supportively then they turned to admire the girls in their final choice of wedding finery. "Well, I must admit it," confessed Jane, "they all look beautiful, but tell me," she giggled as she turned again to Sophia, "is the bride allowed to see the other bride's wedding dress before the day. I thought tradition had it that it was unlucky." "Oh poppycock to you," chuckled Sophia. "How can there be any traditions to a lesbian wedding? They've only been allowing them for a few years. Anyway, the girls deliberately chose matching gowns and outfits so they each know what the other is wearing and there would be no competition. Look they are almost identical except for the hair." Jane Benson was forced to agree. Mary and Sandra certainly looked a picture, not to mention the stunning pair of bride's maids. Having finally chosen the wedding dresses, the mothers wasted no time in organising the wedding and within two months, everything went ahead. Even the fundamentalist relatives from Georgia were compelled to admit that the day was a success despite their deep reservations. In truth the relative's eyes had filled up when the brides turned out in their delightful dresses followed Dorie Lou, Simone and finally their own four young daughters as bridesmaids. Everybody was compelled to admit that despite it being a lesbian wedding, the dresses and gowns were a total success. At the reception, the four younger girls were ecstatic as they danced happily around the marquee showing off their beautiful hooped gowns. At first, the fundamentalist relatives drew the line at participating in the evening festivities. The idea of sharing a dance floor with single sex couples was too much for their fundamentalist prejudices to stomach despite there being many heterosexual couples out on the dance floor as well. Initially, they chose to return to their hotel rooms and indulge in their own ideas of merrymaking but the young girls were having none of it. The spoiled children were adamant that wanted to go to the 'grown up's party'. Amidst tears and tantrums they caused such a stir as to embarrass their parents who were forced to allow them to go down to the party. Reluctantly as the party was in full swing they felt forced to attend if only to protect their innocent children from any 'perverts'. Instead, the fun and festivities eventually overcame their prejudices and they found themselves joining in. The rest of Mary and Sandra's friends were relieved to see them finally participating and everybody enjoyed a splendid evening bash. Sandra and Mary finally left on their honeymoon whilst the mixed and varied guests partied the rest of the night away. After hugging and Kissing their two best friends on the hotel forecourt, Dorie Lou and Simone could not help shedding a little tear of envy as they watched Sandra and Mary drive off in the limousine to the airport and on to Paris. After returning to the dance floor, Simone and Dorie Lou remained locked in each other's arms, for the remainder of the evening. Others naturally presumed them to be just another lesbian couple for none knew the real truth of Simone's shemale condition. Eventually, they returned to their hotel room with their mother Jane Benson and did not surface until noon on Sunday. That night Simone and Dorie Lou declared their intentions to their mother. "We also want to get married mummy," declared Dorie Lou, "it's just that Simone, well, - she isn't, - you know, very well endowed in that department." Simone blushed slightly for in truth she had finally found her true sexual orientation. Simone was a thoroughly effeminate but heterosexual shemale and she was somewhat disappointed that she didn't seem to be able to grow a proper boy's erection. Jane Benson studied her delightfully effeminate and beautiful adopted son then smiled softly. "Do you really want to be a like a boy? Simone crimsoned some more and nodded wistfully. "Well, not totally like a boy. I want to be like a girl outside with all the curves and stuff, but I want to have a boy's pee -pee. A proper pee- pee that can grow and make stuff; - you know, babies and stuff." Jane Benson stroked Simone's long silky golden hair and sighed. "I hope you're sure. Those naughty little boy stiffies can be awfully embarrassing if you grow one at the wrong time. You'll have to be very careful if you're wearing slim form fitting pencil skirts. Would you really be comfortable about that?" "Yes. I know they can look ugly under a skirt mummy, but I'm sure I'll be able to hide any bulges. It's just that, - that, - well, - stiffies, - well they used to feel so nice and Dorie Lou says she thinks it would be nice if I could fill her up sometimes. She says she gets a sort of hunger in her girly place." It was Dorie Lou's turn to go red with embarrassment but Jane Benson smiled inwardly. She knew exactly the sort of girly needs that Dorie Lou felt. Indeed, Jane often felt the need herself but she had always been utterly discreet in fulfilling that need. Neither Dorie Lou nor Simone had the faintest idea that Jane Benson occasionally went 'out on the tiles' searching for satisfaction like a she cat in season. The only difference between Jane Benson and Simone's long departed prostitute mother was that Jane Benson was utterly discreet and found her carnal needs fulfilled in the most genteel and secretive ways. Not for her the seedy and dangerous street trade with all its vicious dangers. Jane Benson was still a very attractive woman and she knew exactly how to work out of town as a sophisticated escort on the arm of some high-powered businessman. When her daughters had been at school, Jane Benson would spend the odd day away in other towns, well out of sight of her own hometown acquaintances. Then she had returned home to be sure she was always home for the girls. Once the girls had left home for college, Jane Benson spread her wings wider and often spent several days away at business conventions and pharmaceutical fairs. Even if any hometown friends or acquaintances did happen to see her talking to some man, it could always be explained that she was meeting a drug rep concerning her pharmacy business that had done well over the last few years. Indeed, the truth was that some of Jane's sexual partners were often exactly that; namely drug company representatives who genuinely thought that they had somehow scored by pleasing the buyer of their products. In truth, Jane was simply killing two birds with one stone and satisfying her bodily needs, whilst also fulfilling the pharmaceutical needs of her company. Jane Benson was a very shrewd businesswoman. She was also a very clever pharmacist and had recently started a small research facility of her own with a young colleague who was a brilliant chemist. The arrangement was that she mainly funded the research whilst he worked on some new drugs. These drugs were mainly derivatives of Viagra. Late that Saturday evening, after the wedding, Jane Benson reflected on her past dalliances as her daughters lay beside her in bed like old times. As the two girls lay in her arms she pressed Dorie Lou further. "Are you quite sure, you would like Simone to grow stiffies?" "Oooh yes, pleease!" "But can't other boys help you out?" "What! Those great hairy oafs! The gorillas! Not likely. I like my boys like Simone; all soft and curvy." Jane Benson smiled inwardly again. She had always suspected that Dorie Lou's obsessively feminine streak had nurtured a peculiar lesbian-like tendency and this was now confirming it. Simone and Dorie Lou were a match made in heaven. She sighed softly and lay back to sleep when she was pleasantly surprised to find both her adult 'daughters' adopting their childhood ways and nuzzling up to her breasts. She smiled and whispered apologetically. "I'm afraid there's not much milk anymore girls. It's reduced a lot since you two left home." The disappointed girls simply murmured softly but remained latched onto their mother's familiar comforters. Then Jane Benson gave a small, surprised squeak of delight as she felt the old familiar sensations tingling in her breasts. The delighted girls tasted the first slow emission of milk and they savoured the warm sweet liquid on their tongues. They exchanged contented smiles across their mothers firm round breasts and commenced gently suckling again as they had done through their childhoods. Naturally there was very little milk but at one stage Jane Benson let out a gasp of exquisite pleasure. "Steady girls, you're suckling a bit too hard. My nipples haven't felt your lips for a long time. Go easy my dears." Her daughters realised that they had been slightly carried away by the turn of events and they eased up. Jane Benson sighed once more and slid down the pillow slightly as the familiar pleasures started to build in her body. Now however, her adult daughters realised what was happening and they grinned contentedly as their mother squirmed with delight. Finally, their mother ceased her orgasm and the milk slowly stopped altogether. The girls sat up and gently kissed their mother as Dorie Lou whispered the question that both girls wanted answered. "Mummy, did you just have an orgasm?" Jane Benson had always wondered how she would answer this question when it eventually arrived. She decided to come clean. "Yes darling. I can't help it. When my nipples are stimulated, the sensations eventually climax in my very core." "Mmmm, that sounds nice. Will our nipples do it if we suckle our babies?" asked a hopeful Simone. "I honestly don't know darling. Why? Do you want to suckle your babies?" "I'd like to. I can't have the babies, but I can sure help to feed them, and I hope to ask Mary and Sandra if I can feed theirs as well." A thought suddenly struck Jane Benson and she smiled into Simone's soft round eyes. "Tell me darling. Have they asked you to be the father to their children?" "Yes," whispered Simone contentedly, "My semen is fertile, it's just that they'll have to use the old 'turkey-baster' method, if my pee-pee doesn't grow." Jane Benson turned to her other daughter. "What do you feel about this darling?" "It's what we want. We've talked a lot about it. Simone hopes to be the house mummy while the children are young then she can resume work when they start school. We also hope to feed ours for as long as you have fed us but we haven't talked about this with Sandra and Mary." Jane Benson smiled at this news. She knew that in Asia, grandmothers had sometimes taken over the breast-feeding if their daughter's milk had failed. Here was a potential situation where she could continue meeting the needs of her own suckling complex. "Do you think Sandra and Mary will allow you to feed their babies when they are older?" "We don't know," replied Simone, "it's a matter of wait and see." With this conclusion, the trio settled down and fell asleep in each other's arms. When morning arrived, they woke full of ideas and chatted happily as they dressed. When Sophia and Alicia and their husbands joined them at the hotel breakfast table, Jane Benson broke the news of Dorie Lou and Simone's intended marriage "Ooh!" squealed Sophia. Is it legal? They're sisters." "No they're not," confirmed Jane Benson, "Simon's adopted. She's a step sister, she's not related by blood at all." "Gosh I suppose that's OK then, it's just so soon after our own daughters. When's it to be?" "We're sorting things out tomorrow then it's as soon as possible. It won't be such a grand affair as Sandra and Mary's but you're invited of course." "Who's going to give the girls away?" asked Alicia as she noticed their husbands Bill and Dave both wagging their heads. Jane Benson grinned as she met the father's eyes. "Oh don't worry boys. Adrian, my business partner has agreed to give Dorie Lou away and Simone says she doesn't want anybody to give her away." "She'll be 'the groom' then I dare say," observed Alicia. Dorie Lou and Simone exchanged knowing smiles, 'Alicia didn't know just how close she had come to the real truth.' For the rest of the morning, the women chatted about weddings whilst the men took off for a rare day's relaxation and a round of golf. They had to return to Kuwait during the midweek to continue with their construction contract. Their daughter's wedding had been a rare opportunity that had forced the two men to take some time off. They intended to stop off in Paris and visit their honeymooning daughters between planes. On the Monday, the five women commenced wedding arrangements and phoned Sandra and Mary with the news. By the end of the week, arrangements were in hand for a month ahead. That following Saturday, Jane Benson contacted her business associate Thomas, in the small pharmaceutical business they shared. Over the mobile, they chatted. "Yes Tom, that Viagra derivative. You told me it was passing the tests. Would it work on a boy with a dysfunctional penis?" "Well, it hasn't been properly tested yet, the final results haven't been completed, but the facts so far seem promising. There appear to be no short term side effects, however, long term, it remains to be seen." "Hmm," mused Jane, "what are the effects so far?" "Well, it works faster than Viagra and the effects are longer lasting. The trial sample report that their erections are stiffer for much longer and their penises are much more sensitive. Their primal urges are much more forceful as well. Some of them call it the short cut to prison." "Oh, why's that?" wondered Jane aloud. "Well, they want to go out and screw just about everything on the street. Fortunately I've been developing an antidote to take if they find themselves losing control." "Oh gosh! Is it that powerful then?" "Yes. Fortunately, the personality tests we made on the sample group ensure that they are responsible. Oh, and there's another bit of news. You'll be pleased to hear that it works for women!" "Good gracious. How does that work?" "All the sample group have been married long term to the same partner for at least twenty five years so there was a good basis for loyalty and affection. These were deemed the most stable and responsible personalities and their wives were kept fully informed from the start. Basically the drug was designed for men who had lost the ability to have an erection and they felt they were failing their wives. Well some of the couples came to me to report the successes they were having and some had read that Viagra occasionally helped women as well. They asked if it was safe for them to try. I thought about it for a while then tested it on lower animals. We then agreed to form another test group comprising the wives who wanted to try it. I learned that some of the wives had 'jumped the gun' and already tried it and it proved to be a bombshell." "Go on," pressed Jane getting more curious. "Well. As I said, the results have been stunning. The wives report that they are getting super horny and they can't get enough. What they do now is cut the pill in half and share one pill between them when they fancy a bit of hanky panky." "A bit of hanky panky!" smiled Jane as she giggled at the old fashioned expression. Thomas chuckled in response and explained. "Well it's really a lot of hanky panky. They find that they are as horny as hell and want to do it all night. It frightened some of the couples and they reported back that we should be careful. Fortunately all the people were passed physically fit but even so, they reported that they often felt sore and exhausted by morning. I've since halved the dosage for everybody but they still sing its praises. We've got a winner here Jane. I only hope there are no long-term effects." "Have there been any suggestions of long term damage?" pressed Jane. "Not so far, but it's far too early to tell yet. The trials will have to go on for at least another two years, then we have to run tests on a broader sample, you know young people, fat people, heart problems and such stuff. We've learned one good thing already though." "Oh do go on," urged Jane, "this all sounds too good to be true." "The drug breaks down immediately if it's mixed with alcohol either in the stomach or slipped into a drink. This stuff cannot be used as a date rape drug with alcohol. In fact, alcohol reverses the effect and the drug accelerates brewer's droop. This effect is generic to the drug. It's not something that can be purified out of the chemical compound. It's the main ingredient for the neurological transmission and it is systemically abhorrent to alcohol. This neurological ingredient is what makes the drug so quick acting and enduring. It cannot be separated out! It dissolves readily in water or non-alcoholic liquids though so it can be taken as a drink. "Oh brilliant! I'll get back to you when I get home, see you Monday, byeee!" "See you Monday Jane. Give my regards to your girls." As she closed her mobile, Jane felt a thrill of anticipation as she reflected on events. She would have to check first with doctors Wendy and Julie, Simone's endocrinologist and Psychiatrist, then, if things worked out, 'Simone' could be a test case for heterosexual shemales who had discovered that their hormones were destroying their libidos. She resolved to collect some samples from the lab and introduce her daughters to the drug for their honeymoon night. They would be the best wedding present money could buy.' When she arrived that Monday in the labs, she found Thomas had already gathered a group of younger people who had sexual dysfunctions. His medical contacts were reliable and a dozen anxious hopeful couples were waiting in his clinic. Jane smiled at the couples as she passed them sitting self-consciously in the waiting room. After she a brief discussion with Thomas, the couples were invited in and the circumstances of the tests and the drug explained in great detail. After some necessary tests, by Thomas's small team, the water soluble powders were handed out to each individual and each young couple retired to a private bedroom suite. The results were electrifying. Within minutes, the sounds of carnal excess were coming from each bedroom. Jane and Thomas watched mesmerized on the video display while previously dysfunctional individuals screwed urgently as they achieved orgasm after orgasm. The activities went on all day and it was evening before the exhausted couples finally stumbled out. Their remarks were virtually the same in every case. Something along the lines of, 'Bloody hell!', what was in that stuff and can we have some more?' The medical team took a whole battery of tests and concluded that it was safe to award each couple of quarter strength pills. Even as the couples left the buildings it was obvious that most of them had already taken another weaker powder. The women were already starting to 'walk funny' and the men kept fidgeting with their trousers. "I doubt if they'll be able to drive home," chuckled Thomas. Jane smiled as she nodded towards the car park. Already, the cars were showing signs of action as springs creaked and axles bounced. Fortunately the clinic was in a remote rural area and nightfall drew a natural veil over the action. "Job done, I think, Thomas," grinned Jane. "Let's go for a drink," grinned the chemist, "I think this is worth a small celebration." Before they left, Jane took a small bottle of the pills and some boxes of powders and slipped it into her handbag. "Who are those for?" asked Thomas knowingly. "Well, me for a start," replied Jane, "I do still enjoy sexual relations but some of my partners need a little help." "Just be careful," cautioned Thomas, "'them's powerful pills ma-am!' 'tis no snake oil you've got theer!" He mimicked in a phoney Texan drawl." The couple grinned and drove off to celebrate their successes. The following morning, Thomas reported that the car park at the clinic was empty. "They must have all eventually made it home," he laughed to Jane. Within another ten years, the drug was to hit the headlines and it would make Thomas and Jane into very wealthy individuals. Meanwhile Dorie Lou and Simone's wedding arrangements went on apace. It was nothing like as splendid an affair as Sandra and Mary's but the atmosphere was far less tense. Apart from Jane Benson there were no other tricky relatives to invite. Simone had long ago lost all contact with her father and Jane Benson was an only child so there were no other aunts and uncles to invite. It meant no little bride's maids but this was more than made up for by the huge attendance of friends both gay and otherwise. Naturally, Sandra and Mary acted as matrons of honour and Adrian gave Dorie Lou away to Simone. Apart from the 'groom' wearing a matching gown with the bride, the wedding appeared more 'normal' than Sandra and Mary's where both fathers had accompanied both daughters down the isle and given them away to each other. By contrast Dorie Lou and Simone's wedding followed more regular lines except for the apparent genders of the couple. To hint at the actual arrangements, Dorie Lou had pink ribbons in her shepherdess dress; country bonnet and bouquet whilst Simone sported pale blue ones. Only those intimately acquainted with Simone's real sex understood the real meaning of the different ribbons. Happily, Dorie Lou and Simone made their vows and the wedding party removed to the celebrations. As the day slowly ended the honeymoon couple made their farewells and happily set off for the airport. It was an emotional send off with long hugs and tears as the many friends all burdened the couple with every sort of well-meant advice. Everybody was waving and laughing as the couple departed for the airport with their mother following in the second car. Finally in the check-in hall, Jane Benson, the couple's mother, gave Simone a last long hug and whispered a few words of reassurance. She had had a long chat with Doctor Wendy who assured Jane that Simone's penile tissue was still existent inside her groin and if properly encouraged, it could actually grow to a respectable erection. "Simone's penis is still there," declared Doctor Wendy over the phone, it's just very, very small. With the right stimulation, it can reappear. That's what the experimental drugs were meant to do, when we treated her as a child." Jane Benson had sent a sample of the drugs to Doctor Wendy who had sampled them and had them tested. Her reply was reassuring. "That stuff should work. It sure worked for me!" The pair giggled over the phone and later, Jane gave the same reassurances to Simone at the airport. "Don't worry about the sex thing darling. Honeymoon couples are often too tense and nervous on the first night. Everything will eventually sort itself out and it will eventually turn out to be a marriage made in heaven." "Oh I hope so mummy," sobbed Simone softly, "I only wish I could, - you know, - grow a stiffy for Dorie Lou. She's been so disappointed." "Well try not to worry too much darling. This sort of problem can always be overcome with patience and loving. Just be patient and brave." Jane hugged her shemale stepdaughter tightly one last time then turned to hug her beautiful only daughter. As they embraced eagerly, she whispered some detailed last minute instructions to Dorie Lou. "Now remember what the instructions are. Just before you clamber into bed, prepare a couple of glasses of warm milk. I've packed a litre of my own frozen milk in your baggage for starters but you can also use ordinary cow's milk or water or fruit juice when mine runs out. Don't use alcohol! Warm up two small glasses just before you go to bed. Then slip a powder into Simon's milk and only half a powder into your own. You don't want to become too oversexed when losing your virginity; you might harm yourself before you are even started. However, I'm giving Simone a double dose for your honeymoon night just to get her kick-started. She won't know what has hit her. You will have to reassure her because her first erection will be very quick, utterly unexpected, unusually large, probably a little painful at first and then extremely sensitive. It will also last all night so make sure you're well and truly lubricated. You'll have to take control though otherwise, she'll want to do it all night and she could even do herself some harm. You're going to have to be the boss in this marriage. I've also put an extra collection of assorted vaginal lubricants in your baggage. You'll have to experiment to find out which ones best suit you. It's a good job I'm a pharmacist and I've got a ready supply. There is a medical prescription written to accompany the drugs, so you'll have no problems with the customs. Each pill should last about twelve hours though I cannot be sure with Simone. Her hormones are arranged differently from other boys so watch out for any unexpected side effects. Your honeymoon night should be a memorable one darling! Now go to it girl. Enjoy." Dorie Lou fingered the sachets and tablets in her purse. They were cleverly disguised to resemble some contraceptive medicines. The medicines were to be taken as and where required which meant when and where the mood took Dorie Lou. The honeymoon was for nearly two months. Dorie Lou smiled knowingly and whispered desperately in her mother's ear, "Oh thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!! Mummy. Thank you for every thing. I promise you that when we return, I'll be carrying your grand child." "Oh that would be just lovely," gasped Jane as she shared the final tight embrace with her daughter. Eventually, Simone tapped the pair gently on the arms. "Come on darlings, we'll be late for the flight." The girls released their embrace and Jane gave Simone one last peck on the cheek. "You take care of my daughter now." "I will mummy," promised Simone as the couple went to the first class check-in. After boarding the plane, Simone and Dorie Lou settled down for the long flight to Florence. Both of them were looking forward to the art and culture feast that awaited them. Once they were settled in their seats, Dorie Lou opened a book about Michael Angelo whilst Simone watched the film. After the film finished and dinner was served, Dorie Lou showed Simone some of the pictures in the book. 'Just look at these figures by Michael Angelo, some of their willies are almost as small as yours," giggled Dorie Lou. "Alright," protested Simone in a strained whisper, "don't rub it in. Everybody knows Michael Angelo was a bit kinky. Look at those women they resemble men with breasts. Just look at their muscles!" Dorie Lou immediately apologised then, as the lights dimmed for the night passage, her hand slipped under the shared blanket and gently diddled Simone's girly cockette. Simone twitched deliciously and her eager little cockette erected to its full one inch as Simone gently squeezed the stiff half inch wide little organ between her tantalising fingers. Simone rasped hoarsely. "I wish it was bigger to satisfy you properly. Mummy's promise never came true did it?" "Never mind," smiled Dorie Lou secretly as she gently kissed Simone's soft velvety lips, "mummy says there will still be plenty of time. We'll be married for the rest of our lives cos' I still love you to bits." Simone squirmed urgently as her cockette declared its intentions to explode and she deftly slipped a large paper napkin inside her panties. Dorie Lou continued 'fiddling' and eventually, Simone mewled softly as her eager little boy-clitty exploded with delight. It was all Simone could do to not squeal out in ecstasy but she just managed to contain her emotions. Her soft whimper attracted no attention. "It's a good job the first class is fairly empty," sighed Dorie Lou, "or you might have told everybody that you've just joined the mile-high club." "Do you want to join?" offered Simone. "Not now petal," giggled Dorie Lou softly, "I can wait until Italy. We proper girls have more control. You can do it to me on the way home." Simone hugged her new wife and the pair snuggled up for the rest of the flight. They arrived in Rome then changed planes for the internal shuttle to Florence. By early afternoon the 'red-eye- had taken its toll and both 'girls' stumbled sleepily into the shower before collapsing onto the huge hotel bed. Dorie Lou was so tired that she didn't even bother to mix the special milk drink. She simply slipped the milk into the fridge to await the next evening. Once showered, both girls zonked out and did not surface until the Monday morning. Over Monday morning's breakfast they happily planned their itinerary and made their first foray into the ancient city. By early evening they returned to their hotel weary and footsore. Simone kicked off her sandals and rubbed her feet as Dorie Lou ran a hot bath. "This tub's big enough for both of us, giggled Dorie Lou. Shall we indulge?" Simone poked her head around the bathroom door and smiled. "Mmm, that's a great idea," agreed Simone. Quickly they slipped out of their clothes and Dorie Lou dipped her toe daintily into the piping hot water. "Oh! That's hot!" squeaked Dorie Lou. Simone ran some more cold water until it was just right and the two stepped gratefully into the tub. "Oooh! That's just so lush," gasped Simone as she slid happily into the water's hot embrace. Dorie Lou sat down opposite her in the huge bath and the two gently massaged each other's aching feet. "That's just soo-oo good," sighed Dorie Lou as she wiggled her aching toes. "Sensible shoes tomorrow, I think." "Speak for yourself," protested Simone, "It's heels or nothing for me. This is the country of fashion and a girl just can't be seen in flatties." "Well, OK then, but low heels for me. Those cobbles will be the death of me." Having agreed to differ on shoes, the couple luxuriated in the huge bathtub until hunger pangs reminded them of dinner. They dressed again and savoured the admiring glances in the restaurant as they took their table. Italian men never ignored a pair of pretty girls. End of Chapter Eight - To Be Continued Comments greatly appreciated !!