It was about voyeurism and fetishes. Can I trust you not to tell anyone?”“Absolutely.” I said. “Don’t read Cosmo, but I’ve read a lot and ...ave a few of my own fetishes. Please trust me, tell me more.”“I guess I’m, we’re in a rut. Marty and I have sex and it’s good, but it’s always the same. I just don’t have a lot of experience and I’m kind of shy to bring up something new. I’m not sure what would really be new and fun, so I read, or watch and make up a story from there. I haven’t seen much. We chose Nevaeh for her name because it is Heaven spelled backwards.This year thanks to my daughter’s suggestion all of the women would be dressed alike and so would the men. The men were to come as Tarzan in a little loincloth and not much else, in fact nothing else. The women would all be dressed in very skimpy yellow polka dot bikinis. String bikinis no less. They would also be wearing gorilla masks that would completely cover their head, face, and hair. My wife liked the idea of the men not. “I know, mom. I know. It’s exciting, though, isn’t it?”Olivia gasped out, “Oh, yes … my God, yes … this is so much more. It’s a little scary, too.”“Don’t worry, mom. This is exciting for me, too. Together we can do things we might not alone.” Olivia sighed. She wasn’t sure what was meant by that, but she had to admit her excitement. Even her confession to the daughter was exciting. “Which brings me to the reason for calling. Otis is on the line, too.” Olivia blushed deeply. Oh, no. . I stayed as quiet as possiblelooking hopefully towards the door that she had disappearedthrough. After just a few minutes the door opened and ahorrifying apparition emerged. Sylvia was almost completely naked, her enormous breastsstanding suspiciously pert above a massive sagging belly.Huge, cellulite covered thighs brushed together as sheapproached. Her waist and thighs were severely constrictedby the leather harness belted tightly in place and sporting adildo that bobbed and weaved as she.