I started down the hall just as the bathroom door opened and my wife stepped out.Who was at the door she asked? I told her Ann brought over her shoes....My wife looked at my cock standing out as far as the device would allow. She said did Ann do that too? I said yes, she's so mean. My wife slapped at my caged cock and laughted at me. Get dressed she ordered. We where in my truck headed to Keith's lake house. My wife was letting her skirt ride up showing me lots of smooth tanned leg. She kept her. Slipping into the bathroom, he peeledoff the sweat-stained uniform from his hairless body and got into a tub."Much better," he muttered as he finished scrubbing up. Once done, he went to his sister's room with a wig that made him look likeher twin. Slipping into a pair of lacy panties and cocoa control top hose,he climbed into a velvet dress and white three inch pumps. "Now for theface" was his thought as he pulled out his sister's make up kit and began tothe apply the cosmetics so artfully. . He dances slow and close with each of them. He looks down their dresses at their cleavages. He drops his hands down from their waists to caress their buttocks. He breathes deeply of their personal aromas. He steals his hand up their dresses to caress their pussy mounds.He has found a mate. A buxom blonde in her early 20s smells just right to him. The music stops suddenly. He calls, “Intercourse”. The dancers strip off their clothing. He leads the blonde into the centre of the dance floor. Hay. “Ok, Vince, measure the depth of my print and your print.”“It’s the same. There’s no difference.”“Welcome to the compression rate world kiddo. If you step on concrete that has set, you won’t leave a mark. But fresh concrete and you’ll ruin your tennis shoes. That is the compression rate between set and unset concrete.”“Now, your little sandbox here can be set up to make a print. But that’s about it. You won’t be able to tell the weight of the thing making the print. Unless that thing is so.