dressing up

The morning hasn't yet broken when Becky finally pulls away from Sally. The four of them lay tangled in the ruined sheets of the bedroom.

"Time to dress you properly," Becky says, running a finger along Sally's jawline. "Can't have our newest sister walking around in torn suburban mom clothes."

Sally touches the bite marks on her chest, her new senses flooding her with memory and desire. "My husband... i want him."

"Your husband will love the new you," Becky says, selecting a blood-red velvet dress from her parents shared closet. "Could i give it to her mommy?" "Sure, she deserves to look the best."

The luxurious dress slips over Sally's head, the neckline sweeping low to frame her transformed skin. It hugs her waist before flaring at the hips, the hem brushing mid-thigh. She runs her hands down the fabric, feeling aroused

"And you too. Daddy deserves the best too" Becky turns to Hannah, selecting a backless white halter top that ties behind her neck, leaving her entire back exposed down to the dimples above her ass. She pairs it with thigh-high leather boots and nothing else below the waist.

Hannah adjusts the halter, her breasts swaying free beneath the thin fabric, her pale legs hugged by the black leather. "I look like a slut."

"That's the point," Pete murmurs, watching from the bed.

"Well if you like, i would ask where you got it Becky but i honestly don't care, felling sexy and horny like that is too good"

Becky dresses herself in a black mesh crop top that shows her dark nipples beneath, paired with a micro skirt that rides her hip bones.

"The i should visit the kirks, to apology for earlier" Becky says sugestivelly