This happened quitequickly and I just stood there as I was supposed to. Mrs. Shell was thefirst to come down and was puzzled why I stood in the middle...of the shopwith drawings around me. She also noticed my girl's clothes. She wasproud at her daughters. She thought that they were practicing theirwindow displays. Of course it confused her why I had girl clothes on.Everyone could see that I was a boy mannequin. Once again, she shruggedher shoulders and moved me over to the window shop.People paid. I could not shut up,I was so nervous.He asked if I was sure and ok with it.I said I was and wanted to see my wife with 2 hard cocks in her.He looked toward my wife as she sat with all the other girls,and looked quickly away,knowing I just asked.I made eye contact with her and gave her a slight nod.I invited Marc over after tennis to break the huge iceberg we just created.We got home and my wife was so nervous she started to clean the house which was spotless already.Marc comes to the door and. I rolled over and tried to let my eyes adjust to the light. I then flashed a quick glance over to the clock. It was two in the morning. “Hey Nell, are you awake?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. I was still half asleep and I had not gotten ahold of my voice just yet. Not only that, but I had spent so much time telling myself how much he regretted what happened that I did not know what else to say to him. I laid there for a few minutes in silence. He did not say anything else to me for a while. I. But his powerful attraction for this woman -- his lust -- had caused him to lose his composure. It had been uncharacteristic behavior. He had become heedless of the possible consequences of their meeting, coming as it did in an isolated, threatening environment.He regretted it. Not the woman's death, specifically. But he had lost an opportunity. And she had been lovely! She would be difficult to replace.What to do now? Phelps was confident that there were no witnesses to the actual incident at.