.. was what we were fighting about?" I asked. "You mean, because I wanted to become a secretary, and you didn't think it was a good idea?" Right." No,...that can't be it," but suddenly I was confused. Was that what had we argued about? Was it possible?"And naturally, that's why I was trying to be so supportive about you dressing as a secretary this morning. I was just trying to show you that I accepted your new desires." But ... but..." So you changed your mind?" No ... I mean yes!" So you admit. Tia and Tina both had completely bald pussies. Sara and Jill had theirs trimmed, Jill with a stripe and Sara a landing strip. So Marty and I started the study. We looked at each pussy, upclose and from afar, and awarded Tia first place for appearence and presentation, then Sara, Jill and Tina were tied for third. Best smell went to Jill. Best taste to Tina. Then came time to judge for feel and texture. Marty and I were discussing how best to judge this when Tina said "the only way to truly. Damn, she said, no wonder your wife is jealous. It almost broke the moment, but it didn't. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, Claudia knelt in front of me and without a word swallowed more than half my phallus. The feeling for me was electric, and man-o-day she knew how to use her tongue. I worked her blouse into a bunch and pulled it over her head, she was reluctant to let my dick fall from her mouth, and only did so for seconds. I found that she had magnificent breasts, yeah. It was a reluctant sign of being forced to perform for her husband and the stranger; the beast she was sitting on. She felt Marcel's hand over hers again. He was coaxing her. He was guiding her. He was putting pressure on her hand to rub her thumb more firmly over her clitoris. "Mmmmmmm..." Was this the sound of ecstasy or humiliation? In truth, it was a mixture of more than one feeling; ecstasy to her husband; humiliation to her. Her mind was having trouble keeping up with what was.