I do care about Susan and she sure can make my pussy purr but I’m happy with our home now and who lives in it.”“So I shouldn’t love Susan as i... she is my pretend wife?”“Yes, please do love her. She adds more pussy for you to fuck and us to eat and I’m sure you like the taste of Alex’s cum.”“I don’t mind, it does arouse me to suck on such a young cock and I know it excites you to watch me swallow cum, no matter whose cock I suck off for you.”Tina walked to the backyard cabana and called her. I looked at Neeka and she appeared to be having the same disorientation. Each of us had experienced so much of the other's point of view that we were momentarily unsettled to find ourselves in an unfamiliar body.I knew I was Sam, and this was Sam's body, but I was also Neeka, with Neeka's feelings and senses and memories. I had a sudden flash of recollection, of another life, another family, another me. As I tried to assimilate the memories into my own, to correlate them with who I was and what. Greg broke the silence, "Has your wife forgiven you?" I don't know about that, not yet. After you called by on that Saturday, well I spent the night in the car. But on the Sunday she let me back in the house, at least to talk. We can't afford for me to run up a huge hotel bill, so I'm sleeping on a camp bed in the study. And we are talking, sort of. I think she will at least agree to some counselling, whether that will get us over it I don't know. I know I want it to, I love my wife very much,. It was like silk to the touch, clean and perfect. The most touching thing about Lucy though, was that she new nothing of how her beauty was viewed by others. She thought herself quite plain, she had humility rare in a creature of such distinguished perfection. Lucy had grown up to know right from wrong, she empathised with the feelings of others, and she never put anyone down. She was a joy to know. So what began that September? What unfolded? What became of Lucy? It was innocent enough to.