I returned home just as Lydia was getting up, and, after a shower and breakfast, I would don the stilettos and keep them on my feet while I assisted h...r in doing the housework. Every evening I practiced applying makeup using the lessons I had already been taught. Lydia stood over my shoulder and assisted if needed. Soon her assistance was not required.All too soon, her vacation ended and she returned to work. I continued to practice my makeup and walking in my stiletto heels everyday. It was. "I think it was because, when she wanted to do boy things, I let her. She said she didn't get to do that at home. I think maybe that had a big impact on her." You're right. She came home after that first summer and said she might just marry you some day," said Hannah."We've always had a good time together," I said."And we never complained," said Hannah. "We think about raising a girl differently than you do, but Phil and I agreed that different wasn't bad. Though, I have to admit, there have. He looked around for the toolbox and rummaged inside it for a probe that he knew she was going to need soon."Where did you find it?" He asked, handing her the probe just as she was about to reach into the toolbox for it."Thank you. And I didn't find him. He came up for auction and there was some breathless newscreen about the ship of death being on sale. So I went down to Tarawa and bought him." She leaned close to wiggle the probe into the tight spot between the two thick ropes of twisted. His cock seemed to last forever, and by the time he came again, the glaze in my wife's eyes told me she was in nirvana. He blew his load across her tits and sent a hefty shot into her mouth, which she tasted then swallowed. I couldn't believe this was my wife...she never did that to me.As if that wasn't bad enough, I watched as Jay opened our nighstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of KY jelly. "He's going to fuck her ass," I thought, amazed as my wife detested anal sex. But with Jay, she was.