I had a sip of my coffee and opened it. Gosh, it was quite long. Istarted reading,?Dear Nikki, No, this is not a spelling mistake; this is your name f...om now on. Itsounds the same but the spelling makes the difference. You said to me inthe past few days that you wanted to explore your feminine side, so let'sstart with a symbolic change of name. I have been thinking again about your new status in the house and yourobvious need to serve. This started bringing out on me a dormant dominantside I. She leaned down, kissing me on the mouth. I groaned, our lips moving, touching, caressing each other in a most unsisterly kiss. Our incestuous passion swelled. Our tongues dueled as she settled her body on mine.Her breasts kissed my breasts. Her nipples against my nipples.A hot shiver ran through me as her futa-dick rubbed against my pussy covered by my soft down of pubic hair. I whimpered into the kiss, the tension melting out of my body as we loved each other in the darkness of our bedroom.My. Spencer said with a smirk.“No, you aren’t. You are drop dead gorgeous and have a fantastic body. But you’re my friend’s mom, you’re married, and I stick to girls who are within three or four years of my age. I’m just not a Ben Braddock kind of guy,” I grinned.Well, that wasn’t quite true, because of Jennie McGrath, now Sanders, but Trudy Spencer did not know about that and didn’t need to. She did get my reference, of course.Mrs. Spencer laughed, “I guess I’m no Mrs. Robinson, either. I’d never. I think this is very weird.”“Well, we have this trend and people in such relationships are very happy. Though it depends on couples and their level of jealousy to see the other partner with someone else. You know, people with a high level of jealousy are not recommended for such an act.”“Ok. Interesting,” I commented coyly.Later on, John started some discussion about our marriage and somewhat hinted towards our sex life. But we kept our comments and answers discreetly. When we reached back to.