I took out three packages from my bag.
The first, for Delilah, was a decidedly adult and provocative cow costume.
It was essentially a web of thin black leather straps, forming an abstract pattern of spots against her fair skin. At crucial areas, small panels of sheer black lace were attached—so flimsy and sparse they posed almost no barrier to the eye.
The accessories included an anal plug with a dangling, fluffy white cow tail, a set of black-and-white cow ears for her head, and a small silver bell fastened to a leather collar.
"For my graceful mommy," I said, handing her the package. "Whose udders are always full and ready to be milked."
Delilah accepted it with slightly trembling hands. Her cheeks flushed crimson, but a small, confused, and... embarrassed smile remained on her lips. Her fingers brushed the smooth silk of the package before tracing the fuzzy tail.
