It would be impossible for me to still be alive and all wouldthink I was long since dead. I could make them think, having crossedover, I sent some an...elic being to rescue them in my place. If I stayedout of sight, I could complete my tasks, and fly away leaving them tothink it was a miracle from above. It wasn't far from the truth and beatbeing seen in this body. Still I needed to communicate with them, andjust how I would do that still escaped me. Shouting was a useless ventureand. "Please, I'll do anything. I won't tell anybody!" The water kept rising. Imogen was on tiptoes now, struggling, her tits bouncing beautifully as the underwater weightlessness made them jiggle even more than usual. "Pleeease!" The photographer was moving his hips faster now and said nothing, but he was breathing hard. Imogen had to tilt her head back as the water rose to nose level.Imogen began to tread water as she begged. "Stop it, please! Stop!" The water seemed to be rising faster. It had. "He bent over her head and said, "You need to be a little bigger, just a little bit. Hold still", and she did it. He had to admit the passivity of her turned him on, and he used the lubricated and almost slimy fingers of his left hand to stroke his cock. He worked a third finger next to the other two, and she shoved back and grunted, pushing until the tip of that finger was also inside, soaking and slick. He positioned his cock to take their place. When she rocked forward slightly, he quickly. That was Tom.It seemed when I left for work, Tom pulled into my house not long after. He had been banging my wife for six weeks and I had seen nothing. Nothing out of place at home, not any less from my wife nor any less love. To see her love of Tom written out in her own hand was awful and I knew my marriage was over. Who wants to live with a woman, any spouse, that doesn't love you as much as someone else? No one in their right mind.I packed my stuff and left. We didn't have much after being.