"Don't get mewrong, I loved being in that body most of the time, but being a husbandand your lover all these years just seems right for me too, babe! ...Ithink it was fate that we exchanged bodies and lives! I honestlywouldn't trade back for all the money in the world!"After dinner was over and the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher,the couple moved to the living room and chatted more about the past tenyears. The discussion reminded the lady of the house to grab a laptopand finish writing a. . Geoff started to talk... Geoff's Story"I was born in 1972, just outside Nashua, New Hampshire," he started. "Mel, my big sister was five... My dad worked for the state police. He was fifty-nine when I was born, mom forty. I'd been a surprise, a welcome surprise from what dad told me later.Apparently my sister was ecstatic when mom brought me through the door. Mel latched onto me like I was a long awaited doll and never really let me go.Ma died when I was five, taken by a breast cancer that. These old men were very flirtatious and I would get hit on daily which was my least favorite part of my shifts. I am very awkward and uncomfortable in my own skin and I didn't know how to respond or react to men flirting with me. My usual response was awkward giggling and just walking away. I get bored easily as my job is not very exciting or fun at all. What entertained and got me through my 8-hour shifts were keeping myself busy with tasks around the shop, watching movies on my phone,. This is a continuation of my first story in which I fucked Namrata in front of her husband. Without further adieu here is the next part.The fuck that I and Namrata had sitting in a chair while her husband was sitting in the same room brought out the slut in Namrata. After that incident we used to fuck like rabbits when ever we got the house to ourselves. The problem was since Raj worked in a bank he used to come home fairly early and had a lot of holidays , which meant that we rarely had the.