I wondered where my bikini had gone, but figured it was probably back in the cave, and there was no way I was going back in there. Not that it mattere..., I needed a new pair anyway.Come to think of it, how had I gotten out? Even the hole I came in through was now too small for me to fit through. That feeling of confusion returned, as though reality had stopped playing fair. Cause and effect seemed to have lost all meaning to me, but I was too tired to dwell on it, all I wanted to do was get. And her tits... the surgeon had done a fantastic job. I would guess a B cup. Perfect for her body type. Her areolas were small, just how I like them, tipped with wonderful erect nipples.She stood there naked in my kitchen letting my eyes feast on the womanly figure she was now so proud of. I pulled off my t-shirt and she knelt down between my legs and we kissed again. My hands cupping her fine butt cheeks and her hands running through my chest hair and teasing my nipples. I felt her hands move. Inside were several mannequins wearing old dresses. Hubby dared me to try on my favorite so we slipped behind the glass and into the case. I was going to slip the dress over my teeshirt and shorts but hubby suggested only my birthday suit. So I quickly stripped naked and into the ball gown. I modeled it and loved how it fit. Hubby was enjoying it too before lifting the skirt up in the back, dropping his shorts, and taking me right there in the case. Before long I was more out of the gown than I. I could feel the warmness of her body next to mine. Then, without a word being uttered, we kissed. We kissed passionately – suckling One another’s lips and tongue. It was a hot kiss, full of vigour and lust – our saliva intermingling together. I then kissed her neck which prompted her to sigh. She undid her blouse buttons hastily, and untied the knot of her petticoat. She guided my hands onto her big, warm tits which I squeezed with an elation close to the pangs of ecstasy.She moaned as I.