My hands were in my lap, but they looked much different. They were terribly wrinkled. I picked up my hand in awe as I noticed the wheelchair I was i...! I had switched bodies with the old man I caught a glimpse of earlier. I began to get up when I flopped flat on my face. I pushed myself up from the pavement enough to see the soft legs of one of the cheerleaders. She was eyeing her own body in absolute amazement. A tall, nerdy boy came up to her and demanded, "You stole my body, you jerk!". They began to gyrate to the music. Fredi was their leader. She immediately put her new whorish body on display as she wrapped her legs around the pole and spun around. Her long, burgundy hair flung everywhere. She could tell that all eyes were on her. But it didn't matter.She only danced for Cordi.Her roaming eyes found her, and a sexy smile spread over her face. Her lover was lying on a huge, round bed on the other stage, across the room. She had her tongue buried deep in an unknown slut's. All I could do is hurt with her and hold her while she whimpered from the pain. ‘Damn you, do you know what it feels like to hold your wife, someone you love more than your own life itself while she whimpers and looks into your face knowing all you can do is hold her? Knowing you can’t do another damn thing to make her feel better? Knowing you can’t make the pain go away. Do you know what it feels like to hold your wife in your arms and hear her whisper ‘Love You’ as she gazes into your eyes. Ken said he'd rarely have to 'try' but instead would have a throbbing hard cock before he'd enter the kitchen. She'd always look up and confirm he was indeed bottomless and his erection was sticking up and out for her to view. At most they'd comment on the day, trivial things, the weather. Sometimes she'd tell him to lift his shirt and comment "well, it's certainly happy this morning". Ken insisted she would, on some days, try and tease or even torment him by wearing low cut tops, bending over.