One of those days where even though I try, I just can’t stop staring at them.“Hey Mark, Dawn said that you’d help out with a few things today?�... she asked.“Of course, what do you have?”“Not much, the girls ripped the towel rack down in the upstairs bathroom, the toilet paper holder is loose again and my shower door is off the track.” she replied.“On it!”It didn’t take me too long to get everything fixed up. She already had a new towel rack and the last time I was here I had bought some spackle. The door to the bathroom was wide open and could see steam coming from inside the shower. I saw the shower curtain open and I heard Diane yell for her sister to bring her a towel. Diane reached down and brushed the water off her ass and shook her hair and yelled again for Darla. Darla walked past the window from the bedroom in a little white bra and panties and had her hair in pig tails with pink ribbons and handed her sister a big white towel. Diane grabbed the towel and started to dry her. "Richard looked at me. My friend since college, Richard was a well-built guy, just under six feet, dark hair, dark eyes and a gentle manner."It's okay," I told him. "Give her what she wants."Richard stood. His eight-inch dong was pointing directly at my wife's sopping love hole. He stepped closer to the bed, took his meat in his hand and slid the knob up and down her slit."Quit fucking around," she whispered. "Inside."Richard edged closer and his cock slid easily inside my steaming wife."Oh,. My sex drive was bordering on insatiable, almost akin to nymphomania, but as I did experience orgasms, this was not a physcological problem, no, I just wanted to experience and experiment with sex all the time.A group of my friends went out for a drink on the Saturday afternoon and by eight in the evening most of us were well on our way to being very drunk indeed.It was on that night a guy asked me if I was male or female, and later that night walking home I was passing the local backstreet.