Now Norma is no super model, she was skinny, small tits, wide hips, some stretch marks. She did have very pretty eyes. Her curly brown hair had some g...ey and I am sure she was in her early fifties. Her bush was brown also, not trimmed but not over grown. She had some big pussy lips hanging down. My cock was harder than it had ever been. Norma dove in the pool and swam around. She made her way over to me and said she had not been skinny dipping in a very long time. As she swam around me talking. Wolcott".I was settled in now, and comfortable, if not happy. I had made friends, I even went on a couple of dates. Of course my increasingly prominent belly didn't make for great slow dancing, much less any sexual offers. So I continued to sleep alone and rock my own boat. As good as I was getting with my fingers though, I missed having someone else rock me.Then one morning I was adding up sales figures and searching for an invoice I could not find, my feet were suddenly wet. My water had. I would have to express some -- not too much, throw it away, and feed The Kitten off the other breast. That was all to facilitate a visit to a woman who made less fuss over her grandchild than the strangers on the train had.The hell with all that. I had a husband who cared for me. Bob would tolerate any experiment. "I'll go first," I said.I came back from the bathroom clutching my robe around my nightgown with one hand and carrying all my clothes the other. "Your turn," I said. I found the. Rich people demanded you perform for them, as if money was the only motivating factor.One night we secretly packed up our belongings and fled. It was a difficult decision, but after many long nights arguing with the crew, we decided to split up. Antia, Julie and I would leave together, and the rest of the crew would slowly trickle away. If we ever found a safe place where we could all be together again, we would contact each other with a code word and coordinates to the new refuge.I had become.