It was a simple game of fantasy where everyone got a taste of fulfillment without ever being fulfilled.The night was long as were my glances at the sm...ll firm mounds of her youthful breasts. She danced and whirled, drank and swirled with her would be lovers who would cop a feel or press her close only for her to turn away with feigned disinterest. She was a real player, and called herself Britney in the game of names. How her hosts longed for her, and how she desired them while hating herself. I always put my stockings on first and as I eased them up over my smooth legs I began to feel an excitement I'd never felt before. I wrapped the waspie around my waist and attached the clasps to the stockings. I eased the soft lace panties up over my stockinged legs and felt a little shock of pleasure as I tucked my cock away. I attached the bra behind my back and adjusted the straps so the soft cups held my shapeless chest. I Felt amazing as I stepped into the short skirt which barely covered. You are in charge of you and you know how to ask. Maybe you need real help, like see a therapist," said Liz. Kevin shouted, "I'm not having this conversation anymore." and abruptly exited the door to go to work. Liz, still feeling very upset and betrayed, headed up the hall stairs to take a shower and get ready for her day. Sitting on the bed, Liz grabbed her cell phone and sent Kevin a text. The text read: I really think you should see a therapist. Would you do that for me? Shortly she. "Jeff laughed and motion for them to sit. "You have got to be kidding. No way am I going to let the two of you leave without sharing this with my wives. I've just asked Ship to let them know. They'll be here any minute now. Be ready to be hugged to death."Nat, Nicki, and Whitney must have been closest to the bedroom door when Ship told the wives what had happened, because they beat the others by a few seconds, rounding the corner and racing across the lounge to come to a near sliding halt in.