I couldn’t help but feel relief that she’d finally let it go. After dinner, I went and decided to hop in the shower right quick to freshen up befo...e I tried to win her back over and get the action going again in bed.While I was in the shower I could have sworn I had heard someone rummaging around the bedroom; however I didn’t really pay attention to it, just a minute later though, I heard the door to the bathroom open. I peeked out from around the shower curtain to see my smoking hot wife with. There must be a man and a woman who haveengaged with sex with each other. Okay, we've done that. What's the next. . . ? Oh, they must both be willing!" She stared hard at him expecting some objection."Okay! Okay! Didn't I say I would do it? I've never backed away from anything in my life," reassured Derek.Ginger resumed the instructions. " . . . both must take the herb called the"Devils Foot." The dose is about the size of penny. Then they have to sit heart to heart eye to eye with each. She bent over slightly like she was about to talk to a child, her large breasts just about spilling out of her tiny black top, “You don’t mind if I keep you company do you? I’m so bored today.” “No, that’s fine; just don’t throw me in the pool again.” There had been an incident a few years ago when I was smaller, where she had been teasing me about one thing or another and I had tossed a particularly clever remark right back, the next thing I knew, I was in the pool. She sniffed, turning. Damnher, damn her, and I took it.When I slid it over the head the french way of beheading entered mymind. Yes, the Guillotine was swooshing down but not really beheading mebut destroying my manhood. I closed the buttons behind me and made a bowas good as I could. It felt like wearing a dress. I walked to the mirrorin the entrance hall and looked at myself. Gosh, it was a dress. I waswearing a dress. Only my shoes and a little bit of my pants showedbeneath the hem. Now I knew why she usually.