When she knew that I had just finished my 12th and was having a long vacation, she sent my air tickets and invited me to her place for a couple of wee...s. I reached Kochi airport and she was waiting to receive me. She was in black trousers and white Kurta. She couldnot identify me as she had no met me for about 7 yrs. I was about 6’2″ tall and had a solid body of an athlete. She was still looking beyond me as she hadn’t recognised me. I went past her and then tapped her shoulder, she turned. "Have you and Margie ever fucked around with a crucifix?" David now asked with a devilish grin.I answered that we hadn't. I was wondering if this was going too far for Margie."You should try it, it's so crude, so kinky, so sacrilegious," David eagerly continued, then putting the pressure right on, he asked my wife direct, "would you be in something like that Margie?"I saw my wife momentarily look at David before confusedly looking away. She then caught my eye, but even with me she showed great. For three wonderful weeks while feeling so dam different in my mindset, I must have acted ok cause no one seemed to notice any difference in me. I was most thankful that my new found curiousity toward cocks which presented itself at my gym classes allowed me to become a peeking voyeur from the bench seat in front of my gym locker. No one ever even noticed me pretending to fumble with imaginary knots of my sneaker laces so i could sit and take in those naked cheap thrills sites.Yes some 23 other. Celia was British, very British. She had that upper-class Londonaccent that drove men wild and a sense of class and style that the othergirls envied. She preferred black short-skirted suits and ridiculously highheels. She changed the colour of her satin blouse daily depending on hermood, the only splash of colour she wore besides her silver jewellery. Shewore her jet-black hair in a short bob with bangs cut straight; even herstockings were black, often fully fashioned. Her skin was pale,.