My wife has good tastes... My wife... My wife?!I blinked my eyes awake. I must have been dozing. The shower wasn't running anymore, and after a moment...the bathroom door opened and Lisa walked out, drying her thick black hair with a towel and wearing just a bathrobe. I felt a pang in my heart. Gosh, she was so beautiful... "Lisa," I said. "We need to talk, back in our old identities." Yes, I agree Gary," said Lisa, transforming into A'moth. "I owe you so many explanations. First off though,. “How do you know?”“Well, little things, like stolen kisses every now and then, a stroke of her arm-”Grant starts to nod.“And he had his finger up her pussy when I went to the bar.”“Fuck me!” Grant replied in astonishment. “You could be right; then, they’re in for a good time.”“Do you think she was playing with his straw?” Grant adds.“Never noticed her disappear South, and never noticed a bulge either.”“Maybe a small straw?” Angie raised her eyebrows with a smile.“A bit like yours then?”“Hell no. He was kinky and liked to meet at cheap motels. He liked Jenny to wear costumes that fit their roleplay. Their whole sexual encounter was a roleplay that Robert found sexy. Robert was a horny bastard and loved strange role-plays. He liked her to be a naughty teenager and he would play a priest.He would like her to tell him all her sins and he would fuck her silly. Robert preferred anal sex and he liked to pee on Jenny. After his marathon fucking of her butt, he liked her to lay in the. I turned in time to see a blonde woman run past me and three yuppie douchebags chasing her. Instinctively, I stepped in front of the lead douchebag. He ran into me full force and went sprawling into the gutter. His two friends skidded to a halt, staring dumbly at their buddy sprawled on the ground and raising their hands as they slowly backed away from me. I was at least six inches taller than either of them and probably a hundred pounds heavier.“Hey man, we don’t want no trouble with you,” one.