A tendril of blankness seeped around her defenses, consumed the name of the girl next door. Beth didn’t let it distract her. She’d lost a whole mo...th once, back near the beginning, by worrying about what she was forgetting instead of what she could still remember. There would be time enough to assess damages after the session was over. Beth felt a tiny buzz on her clit as the girl’s features joined her name in oblivion. She was just a vague figure now, indistinct in Beth’s mind, and she felt. Then a thought of her adding my last name to her first name and producing what she’d soon be called. Then, one of her telling me she was marking me in multiple ways before sending me back “to that fucking bitch”, referring to Cindy. I smiled, realized I missed Amber already, and then refocused on the problem of getting to the car. I had to somehow get my wife up, wake her, but only by a about half, and walk her or carry her to the car with two chairs, a blanket, a picnic basket and. .." that Miguelrealize that he had stopped breathing all together. His sharp intake of air seemed to be her perfect cue as she moved seductively towards him, her ample breasts jiggling with each provocative step. He ogled her flat stomach and her flared hips which tapered gracefully into a pair of long, toned legs. He rushed to get to his feet but she pushed him back into his seat, andthen he started to apologize for invading her privacy. She put her finger to her lips and said "Shhhhh!". "Why do you say that?" enquired Pooja. "Even I have playedfemale in plays in school and college. In fact before we met I played afemale character in professional plays with a theatre group," saidRanjit as a matter of fact.This was a revelation for Pooja. She was shocked. Her husband as afemale. Pooja's mind started working over time.She had a lot of questions for Ranjit, which he answered patiently.Ranjit did not find the whole thing strange or hillarious, but for Poojathis seemed to be a life.