"THAT LOOKS LIKE SOME OF LESLIE'S I EXCLAIMED.

HAND I WORK!"

"INDEED, MADAME, IT IS!" YVETTE REPLIED. "MISS LESLIE ASKED ME TO GIVE THE LITTLE GARMENT TO MISS PEGEEN AS A TOKEN OF HER ESTEEM! SHE HAS WORKED ALL WEEK ON THE EMBROIDERY. IS IT NOT LOVELY?"

IT WAS INDEED, AND I ASKED YVETTE TO CONVEY MY THANKS TO LESLIE, THE NEXT TIME SHE SPOKE TO HIM. AND PETE PIPED UP AND SAID HE'D CALL LESLIE HIMSELF.

THE PRETTY MAID NOW BUSIED HERSELF WITH PUTTING MY SON'S TEENAGE BRASSIERE IN BACK AND ABOUT HIS CHEST, CLASPING IT FOAM THEN TUCKING THE LITTE NIPPLE-TIPPED FALSIES IN THE CUPS. THE BRA WAS ALSO PEACH-COLORED BUT IN A LACE NET.

I COULDN'T HELP BUT ADMIRE HOW CUTE PETE LOOKED IN HIS LITTLE BRA AND PANTIES AND STOCKINGS WITH THE FRILLED SUSPENDERS PEEKING OUT FROM BENEATH THE PANTY HEMS.

I KNEW HOW WONDERFUL IT FELT TO HAVE NYLONS TUGGING ON ONE'S THIGHS AT EVERY STEP. SNUG SECURE.

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NOW YVETTE HELD OUT THE BEAUTIFUL PEACH-COLORED MINISLIP SO THAT PETE MIGHT

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