“Will you miss me?” she asked.“Every single minute of every single day,” I replied.Her sisters rolled their eyes, knowing I was humoring Birgi..., though there was indeed some truth to my statement. I always missed my kids when they were away, but I also knew it was a fact of life that, eventually, all of them would leave home. I felt that was a good thing, but it wasn’t without a tinge of sadness.Once Birgit was through security, Ashley, Stephie, and I headed home to prepare for Clayton’s. Even if he wasn't nearby, I tried to be circumspect, because I didn't want to destroy our friendship.I thanked Tiffany profusely for her help. Without it I would have been lost time after time. Yet she always seemed to know just what to do when the inevitable questions arose. She had a natural ability to handle such events as landscaping, making a most beautiful garden. By the time we were through and reasonably satisfied with both places, they looked great. All we had to do now was keep them. That was accelerated when I saw my wife get in his bed, her pretty ass on full display, knowing full well what would happen to her there. Adrianne slipped in next to me and put her head on my shoulder, her breasts against my ribs, just as the lamp was turned off. I felt her shiver and asked, “Are you OK?”She whispered, “Yes, I think so.” A pause and then she added, “I’m nervous. I’ve only been with my husbands.” That was a huge reassurance and I whispered back, “I’ve only been with two also.”. I had thrown up, removed the butt plug from my painfully raw ass and took a long hot shower. I shaved my pussy. I was feeling semi-human again. That was the good news. The bad news was that my waist was barely over twenty inches, my hips were still widening and I was pretty sure my boobs would fill at least a C-cup and possibly a D-cup. My lips had begun to swell as well. It was my hair, though, that really showed bimbo progression. My hair had once been a lustrous black, now it had faded to a.