I crossed the room to change the CD. By the time I had returned, Audrey was only wearing her tighty whitey panties. Even her shorts and t-shirt were o... the floor.She noticed my guitar resting in a corner. “Play me something.”I played her Terry Hiscock’s ‘Silver Coin’ which is the sexiest song I know. Audrey’s arousement was obvious. I could have hung my coat on her nipples.“Play Abbey Road again. It’s my favourite Beatles album.”As ‘Come Together’ started, so did we. Although Audrey didn’t cum. I had no room for complaint, and I was always one step behind my wife and her sister in this spiral of debauchery. Just when I tried to pull back the reigns on the swinging, I found out about her addiction to black sexing. When I tried to understand and handle that, I was shown her video with the horses. Now the world was spinning with play slavery, dogs, and having fun making porn material. Could I ever escape? Could I slow it down? What was it that I thought I could do, and how to do it? Or. “Do you want to share the hot water with me?”Greg smiled and said, “It will be a pleasure.”I got up and went to get two towels and the soap. Greg got up from the table and we walked outside and around to the northeast side of the cabin. The shower had a wooden floor with loosely spaced boards for drainage but was only enclosed to about neck high on me and did not have an overhead. The plumbing was on the outside wall of the cabin with on and off valves for hot and cold water. It was plenty big. "In the strictest sense? I don't think so," Madge returned. "He said helikes the silky feel of ladies things and that he likes the look and feelof the nylon stockings he's seen me wear, he just wanted to try them forhimself," Madge reasoned."He should have been born a girl. His breasts are even larger than anyboys too," Ruth added."I got with a doctor friend of mine and decided to start him on femalehormones months ago," Madge said with conviction, a do-good lilt in hervoice. Ruth gasped at.