“Uh, do I need to lube her up or something?” he asked. I answered before Jess could.“No, between the lube on the tube and nozzle already and all...of your cum in her back door, she should be just fine.”Uncertainly, he pointed the tip at Jess’ asshole menacingly. I saw him take a breath before he moved in with it.Just before the nozzle reached her sphincter, his nervousness made the tube wiggle and it missed the bullseye, instead striking the dimple just above her asshole.“Ooof!” Jess exclaimed,. Do you know your bank account balance?”“I check it on the ATM each time I make a withdrawal. Last I checked it was about one thousand seven hundred”“That’s not a bad balance.”“I know. I’ve never had that much money in my life. It says here I can’t send cash.”“You should never send cash. You can write a check -- your account is a checking account.”“I’ve never done that before.”“No time like the present to learn. Do you have your checkbook?”“I’ll go get it.” April went to the built-in planning. I never liked Ryan. I was glad I fixed him while I was unbimbofied again. The super smart part of me knew how to handle the situation. Bimbo me had freaked out. But that was the past. Right now, we needed to get men interested in the changes we could give their wives. They would be so much happier with a hot, bimbo wife. Their wife would suck their cocks and clean the house naked and have so much fun. My pussy itched at the excitement. We reached the entrance to the mall and turned to face the. Did it last?" No, during Christmas break, his father got transferredhalf way across the country. We traded addresses and got together a couple times a year. Mike's college was only a100 miles from mine so we met a few weekends."This brings me up to the time I accidentally 'outed'myself at work. Mike was teaching at a college in NorthCarolina and we would meet for fun and games a couple timesa year. Occasionally I had to travel his way on business orhe would be here for a convention."One day,.