"I guess so" I said back."You like dressing like that?" He again used the very quiet tone.I muttered "Yeah, I guess I do."Uncle Bob began to walk arou...d the edge of the bed towards me. "Turn around." Leaning to the side, "What do you have going on back there?"I hung my head and slowly turned around. Knowing my Uncle would get a full view of remaining bright pink anal beads hanging between my ass cheeks just to the side of the little cherry covered thong. I looked at the floor, thinking this was. I am in jeans and a t shirt. Having ridden my bike to cum to see you I’m a little sweaty. I notice your nipples are very erect so I reach over and cup your tit in one hand and tweak the nipple with the other. I look you in the eye as I do this asking you if it feels good. You gasp a little saying absolutely. I repeat this to the other tit watching as you tilt your head back a little and moan. Your hands are rubbing your crotch slowly up n down. I lift your shirt and lick and suck each nipple. He didn’t seem surprised, nor did he move his hand. He joined in, their fingers sliding around each other as together they rubbed my pussy, stroking and pinching my clit. I slid down in the chair, so fucking turned on I couldn’t join the strangely funny conversation the two were sharing. It was as if two business partners were simply chatting and laughing with no one the wiser that both their hands were all up my skirt and about to make me orgasm in front of the whole room. My husband knows me. I averted my not-at-all-green eyes and threw the wig against the wall. It landed silently by the trash bin. That week, men in search of Anastasia didn’t find her in any of the virtual rooms.IVI had no plans of ever giving up on Anastasia. I wanted to be her, no matter how ridiculous an idea that seemed. I ordered green contacts from a “trustworthy” online supplier. They arrived three days later. This time the mirror was more forgiving. The Anastasia that looked me in the eye felt more.