Langsam war die Temperatur erträglich. Fiona stürmte aus dem Wohnzimmer und rief: »Mir ist das so schrecklich peinlich.«»Kein Problem«, sagte Je...f und richtete den Oberkörper auf. Er ging mit seinem Kaffee in den Flur und sah Fiona nicht.»Wir müssen jetzt echt los«, rief er.Fiona streckte den Kopf aus einem Raum, der offenbar ihr Schlafzimmer war und rang mit den Tränen, »was denkst du jetzt nur von mir?«»Deine Hobbys gehen mich doch gar nichts an«, sagte Jeff und rollte mit den Augen. Er. About 20 minutes later, with me sitting helpless and confused, my wife returned with her makeup bag. I guess she saw me look up, because she then tied a pair of pantyhose around my eyes so I couldn't see. The next thing I knew, she was grabbing my hands and fitting my fingers with artificial nails. Blindfolded or not, I could tell this was what she was doing. And when she put on the nails, she pressed down hard. Then came the undeniable smell of polish and she made quick work of my bound hands. If they gave me testosterone, my body wouldreject all that it did not convert to female hormones. The only thingthat they could suggest, is that, if they could find the source of theinfection, they might be able to find a solution.Jenny and I talked about possible sources and the obvious answer was thedig. We had both gone down with the fever within a couple of days ofworking on the graves. Jenny reminded me of the confusion about the threeskeletons, all three had appeared to be female, but had. But he wasn't satisfied just yet. No he still had more in store for me.He pulled away quickly, not even bothering to put his now semi-rigidorgan back into his briefs. He grabbed at my panties, popping my garterand ripping my white stockings halfway down my quivering thighs. Markopened his iron fisted lock on my calves long enough for Pete to recovera fistful of panties. He then wadded them and forced them into my mouthto stop up the drool coursing over my chapped lips. The sweat, cum,blood, and.