Blame it on the Wedding Dress Chapter 2

A waitress appeared with the soup. She had long blond hair and wore a white blouse with long sleeves and a black apron tied around her waist, which was full length. Even she took no notice of Sylvia's arm on my lap and her hand in my trousers. When she had served the dishes she turned and left our table. I had a glance at her very short black mini skirt consisting of three flounces. She moved her hips as she would have been rather a dancer than a waitress.

"And, Sylvie, does he wear woman's panties?" my younger sister in the lilac silk gown asked without any announcement.

"Yes. He is a cross-dresser for sure", Sylvia answered and grasped my hard cock through the thin fabric of my white satin panties.

"What did mum and dad do wrong with your education?" asked Linda. "I guess it may be useful to teach you some extra lessons about the difference between boy and girl and what they wear."

Nelly said: "Why shouldn't he dress in our clothes if he likes it?"

"No real man dresses in female clothes", Sylvia replied while sipping her soup. "Have you ever seen a man fucking a woman wearing woman's clothes? I mean, in a porn movie."

"Hm, don't know the market so good", Linda said and ate her soup as well.

"Incidentally, do you like my dress?" Nelly said in her most normal voice.

"You look very good", I replied, but my voice sounded a bit pressed. The ladies at my table were eating their soup and Sylvia's left hand was still fondling my rock-hard cock through my panties. I was so excited that I was unable to think about eating.

"Unfortunately, it will be too tight for you to wear it", Nelly said and smiled. All three ladies laughed. "But you may try it, of course."

"He should try my dress first", Linda said. "It may fit better."

"But I have nothing to hold the neckline", I answered and got a bit more relaxed.