“Let’s get into bed and work on that again”. “You’re on!” I say, leaping out of the tub and running to the bedroom with you right on my ta...l… Continued… Beginning of a great long weekend! (Part 3) As we race out of the bathroom we leave wet foot prints along the floor to the bedroom. I can feel you right on my heels. With one quick motion you wrap your strong arms around my waist and pull me to you. I squeal like a k** at Christmas. You start kissing me down my shoulders and neck, right there. Or so I thought. Chloe was wearing her fuzzy nightgown, nothing underneath, and we had a blanket over us. My left hand was rubbing her under her nightgown. My pants were unzipped and my dick was pulled out above the waistband of my underwear; Chloe stroking me under the blanket. The petting had gone on for a while, and was working on both of us; I could tell by her breathing and movements she wasn’t too far from climaxing.We heard Cindy’s bedroom door open and she walked out dressed in a thin. ’ Marilyn could hear the joviality in Trinity’s voice, and then she came bursting through his door, using an inside-out glove to hold yet another trash bag. ‘Hey Mrs. Marshall, he’s all ready for you,’ Trinity said with a smile. ‘Thank you, Trinity,’ Marilyn said, somewhat coolly. Trinity was oblivious of the older woman, and pushed her cart away, heading down the hall, where the other laundry cart had gone. Violet took that excuse to leave as well, and Marilyn Marshall knocked first out of. .. it was hardto come to terms with it... even though I knew that there was absolutelynothing wrong about being female in this world, my upbringing had alwaysplaced men as superior to women... that women were to support men... notthe oher way around.So now, it felt incredibly flattering, to say the least, that Mike a man,would want my old life... a life of a wife... that he so admired thatlife and wanted to experience it so much that he was giving up hismanliness, his core inner feelings, to.