Within a few moments a friendly looking lady was heading towards him smiling, "Hello Stephen, my name is Erica, I'm your therapist for today, welcome ...o the fem-male therapy unit." Thanks," said Steve, "Er, how do we start?" Well first I want you to go into the changing room and take off all those nasty male clothes you're wearing. You won't need them again while you are staying here. Put on that nice slinky satin nightdress you find there and come back here, and enter the preparation room on. "Yeah?" enquired Dad, swinging the door open, he was wearing a welding mask and apron, which threw me off for a second. "Uh, yeah, um... Please let me inside. The women have taken over the Gym, and the rest of the house is a ghost town. I'm sooooooo bored." The truth was, I probably would have been in the Gym, training my ass off with nothing else to do. But I couldn't stop myself from looking at the ***********ion of tight, fit, yoga pants-clad bodies around me. So I just had to get out of. What is it about wet women? Doesn't matter, my cock is hardening again. I soap her body off, kissing it after the water washes the soap away. Her nipples are still hard, I need to taste them. I bend down to wrap my mouth around her beautifully shaped tits, using my tongue to tickle her nipple, swirling it around, teasing it, toying it. Water shuts off. I kiss her stomach, her waist, her thighs, calves, knees. I kiss her pussy, her ass cheeks. I stand up, lift one leg up, she strokes my. I know most people would say that a married couple with two children under the age of seven should not be a problem, but now that I am lying in this hospital bed, I question everything I knew about them.George always claimed to be a highly paid acquisition and procurement specialist.Obtaining the rare and valuable for the elite was his self-professed motto. Tamara stayed at home mostly, but both George and Tamara seemed to need to go out several times a week, and both Monique and I were asked.