The water ran off his chest. His nipples seemed to be harder too, like mine.I wanted to yell to him, but, I was naked. Even though we had seen each ot...er naked hundreds of times, this seemed very different.He swam to the opposite end of the pond from where I was. I saw my chance to get back to the rock and get dressed. I had hidden my clothes behind the rock in case anyone passed by.I swam underwater most of the way. I guess Bobby had the same idea, because when I popped my head out of the. "Well, this is it," I said, "It isn't much, but it's home." "It's nice." "Would you like to come up and see my apartment?" "Sure, I can stay a minute." This was almost too much, Chaz in MY apartment! I was so nervous I nearly dropped my keys. Well, actually, I did drop them. "Here, let me," he said, picked up my keys and handed them to me. "Thanks, sweetums!" Sweetums? He said, "You're welcome... sugarbuns!" Sugarbuns? We got in, I turned on the light. It was a little messy, needed. I was a dutiful wife to my hubby, fulfilling his role-play fantasies, with his eagerness to watch me fucking another man growing stronger and stronger. It had improved our sex life, and we had fucked four times daily, which is a lot for mature couples.Though I yearned for my son’s young cock, I was quite satisfied with my hubby’s old cock. My son and I acted normally in front of hubby. Joy could, however, express his happiness on watching us live from the hidden camera live.I asked him, “And. " She pulled me up and put my nightgown back on me, then stood me in front of the mirror. I looked like me, only not. It was their 'adaptations' that fostered the illusion. For one thing, my facial hair was gone, my eyebrows had taken on a decidedly feminine arch, and I had a good bit (well, it was a lot to me) of cleavage showing out of the top of my nightgown. I could tell the breasts weren't real. They looked very real. They even felt real to my hand, but now that I had calmed down some, I.