Greasy and slimy. John wore only gym shorts, a “brief” departure from his usual natty style at this weekly event. His wife came to the table in a...pale blue teddy and skimpy matching panties. The swell of her breasts through the transparent fabric distracted him as he bit into his favorite piece, the breast. “Anything new on your horizon?” he asked, biting into the chicken titty. She spooned mashed potatoes into the gravy they shared, licked the remainder and said, “Oh, I’ve just been. " But why?" I said. "Isn't this going to be just a test?" Of course it is," she said. "But you need to go through it as a woman,not as a man dressed like one." I see," I muttered absently."Now, I understand you call yourself Simone," she said."That's what Caroline calls me," I replied."Too close to Simon," she retorted. "Susan is a much more suitable name.Susan Margaret Perkins." Perkins?" I repeated my wife's maiden name, which she had taken to useprofessionally lately."You do want to remain. ." I have. We connected. Damn we connected." And you didn't talk about it with Kent?"'Oh of course we did. I told him I might have a need." In general?" With you." Penny smiled. "Both." What do you mean?" I had done that once before. Not with an audience. With Kent and someone he knew at a club. I liked it. She knew what she was doing. That's why I told him of my fantasy. It was supposed to be her and me at the party. But I chickened out." Oh but why then...?" I met you and...well...I thought. While the magical lights were bright, the color was somewhat unnatural. Both women had long, sandy-blonde hair, and they were well blessed with ample chests and full hips. The sisters were soft, obviously unused to physical labor or strenuous exercise. Christi assumed that they certainly turned heads with their curvaceous figures and ready smiles.Rochelle returned those smiles and replied, "Just doing our job." Thanks for that magic spell. It gave me the break I needed to get out of a tough.