Mike wanted her to have an affair. He wanted her to have a relationship with Steve.Jen lightly kissed her husband. "Okay," she said softly. "Okay — ...'ll go on a date with Steve." Great," Mike said, beaming. "Great! I'll let Steve know!"Jen sipped her wine as she listened to Steve. He had taken her to the nicest restaurant in town, albeit the town next to where they lived. Jen was, honestly, captivated by what he was saying. This was the first time she had ever really spoken to him, and she. So, it seemed any possibility of public humiliation games would be unlikely.The other source of friction was my daughter herself, or rather the time I spent with my daughter. As far as I was concerned my daughter would always come first. If Joyce were jealous of the time I spent with my daughter, she would just have to deal with it. Nothing was going to come between my daughter and myself, not even a hot looking 23 year old.One particular Sunday morning things were really bad. We had an. As she got closer, I was hoping she would sit in one of the other two vacant seats in my aisle. Then she snapped me out of my daze when she asked whether the window seat was free. She quickly put her bag in the overhead and I got a quick look at her nice looking butt. As she stretched to put her bag away, I could make out the lines of her thong and also her garter belt. Excellent! My mind was starting to think about many different fantasies when her eyes caught me staring at her. I think I saw. I'll put some ointment out too and you canput it on your tits, I mean your chest, before it get's infected."Then I'll make something for you to eat and we can get your story andI'll figure what to do."The shower hardly helped. She was glad to get the grime and the filthoff her, but she was so bewildered at finding herself in a totallystrange body that she was on the verge of breaking down. Not only thatbut she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there.Wincing, hesitating, aghast at.