I smoothed my hands over my wet naked body, feeling my round firm breasts and my nipples immediately responded to my touch. Leaving one hand massaging...my tits, I moved the other downward until it encountered the trimmed but hairy mound that marks the start of my pussy mound, a fire already building within. Reaching behind for the soap, I gasped in surprise as my hand brushed against the already hard cock that belongs to my husband. John, had quietly stepped in behind me. Hmm, it was a nice. There was a time when she was so closed in, and now he felt he could read her like an open book.“Earth to Emmy, come in Emmy,” he teased as he took a seat in the chair next to her.She looked up and smiled, “Hey, you! You’re home early!” Her face lit up when she realized he was home.“I missed my wife,” he said as he leaned over to kiss her.“Mm, I missed my husband, too!” she smiled.“I like the sound of that,” he grinned. “Want to go in the house and fool around?”“I thought you’d never ask!” she. ”I went into my office and Penny just shook her head. I sat down and dialed Ben Jackson’s phone number.“You sure as hell attract a lot of Federal attention,” he said, laughing ruefully.“Tell me about it. We’re clean, just as we’ve always been clean. I take it the prison break made the news in California?”“When a guy who was charged with around a hundred counts of child porn and that many charges of what amounts to statutory rape escapes from prison, it’s front-page news everywhere. Remember. Every man doesn't imagine himself to be a woman even whenhe is having sex with his wife. And every man doesn't answer a Craigslist ad from a photographeroffering his professional services to "transform you into the girl ofyour dreams." A collaborative portfolio, that's what he called it. Hewas an admirer of girls like me, that's what he wrote back when Ianswered his ad. He wanted to help. He wanted no payment. All he wantedwas the photographs of the beautiful girl I'd become in the eye of.