After crying for several minutes, I began to except my situation. This was one of my fantasies, but I still couldn't except it. I stood up and looke... at myself in the mirror. My face was painted with make-up (I soon discovered that it was permanent) and soft to the touch. I then decided to remove my nightie. My god my breasts were huge! They covered my entire chest and my nipples were long and were bigger than a silver dollar. I continued looking down my soft, flat stomach until I saw. Noticing his flushed face and tenting pants, Sherri slowly turned to let her husband see her back. She knew the words “I fuck” written in vertical scrolling letters would send him over the edge or freak him out. “It’s … It is beautiful!” Stew said almost breathlessly. “You think it is sexy?” Sherri said smiling coyly. She was giving him that look that she used to catch him years ago. She glanced down and saw his cock standing out in his slacks. “Take it out and stroke it,” she whispered. It. He eventually picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I sat there wondering what to say and do. I thought about leaving but my curiosity and arousal increased as I could hear her moans and screams: "Oh yes! Fuck me Brad! Oh God, yes!" It seemed so surreal as we sat there ever so casually. I started to wonder if Brad was her boyfriend and we were just there as support. The other two guys, Jim and Chuck were just talking about sports. I just sat there feeling a bit heartbroken, knowing she. Good night, kid.I don’t know what happened to me that day. I was horny, and I just replied to her, “Okay. Good night pink (referring to her bra color that day).”Poonam: Chi. Idiot. Stop this nonsense. Behave like an adult.Me: Ya, okay. Did your husband come home?Poonam: Ya, just a few minutes ago. Why?Me: Nothing.Sorry to disturb you guys. You married people must be having fun.Poonam: Hmm. Nothing like that. I think single people like you will have more fun than married people.Me: I don’t think.