I sat up slowly, letting the sheet fall back down over my body.My room was the same, exactly how I'd left it the night before. Even mywardrobe was sti...l open, the side that I'd dedicated to my growingcollection of girl's clothes and makeup, wigs, padding and all sorts. Itwas all still there, unorganised, things lying around. Whenever I dressedup I'd make a mess, looking through all my things and trying to cobbletogether an outfit.Nothing was different.My phone was on the bookcase beside my bed.. Some of the things could have gone several ways, but once you committed to do something like shaving your pussy, you needed to keep doing it. Once you started doing that, and you wanted to be interestingly provocative, you had to get consistent with revealing or no undergarments.“Since you are dramatic with makeup, that was a given. Don’t surprise me with hairstyles. Given we both like heels, I expected a baseline of sexy shoes.“We had an open marriage agreement. I may not have been articulate. I was very good swimmer and loved swimming in the village. So she completed the house hold work and it was around 3 in the afternoon. We also took lunch and then we went for the lake.As it was late in the afternoon the lake was almost empty. The lake was covered with trees and it was also my uncle’s lake and so not many people used to come to the lake. She sat on the bank of the lake with some dirty clothes and started washing them. I got rid of my shirt and pants. I was only in my boxer and. Her large breasts swayed as she gave an impromptu wiggle. She harkened back to their younger days when they dabbled in exhibitionism. That had been so hot!!“Turn slowly!” John slurred. His cock hung like a lump of semi-hard meat. He was not sure where this was going. He wanted her exposed to the world as the cheating incestuous bitch she was. The conflict was he loved this depraved bitch. As Jamie turned slowly, John thought he caught movement in the trees.Jamie pirouetted slowly raising her.