Every corner, every part of her body was like a flower that screamed to be plucked. We kissed for only God knows how long. I knew she was married but ... also knew then that she had never been in such a frenzy of love for anybody else. There, under the trees, between darkness and a little light, she sat on top of me while I entered her from down. Her knees were bent as she was sitting over me, her arms straight down, holding my shoulders and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and the mouth. “What did you do Eddie?” He asked me. He had a deep country accent like the Donaldsons.“I peeped on my cousin and sniffed her panties, Sir” I admitted.“You are one weird girl,” the man sat up in bed and looked at me.“Are you a boy?” he asked. I had put my hair in pigtails and still had on some of the makeup from before, but he may have noticed the flat chest and the little bulge in my nearly see-through panties.“No, she isn’t a boy, come back to bed. Jenny, go get breakfast ready for your. At the push of a buttonit could become hard. You couldn't tell it from the real thing withoutlooking very close to see the seams where it met flesh, or touched it tofeel the rubber.As the changes continued, I still fought to adjust. I didn't think ofmyself as gay, but there I was, every night, watching my balls bounce offof my husband's rubber sack while ramming my cock into him with everyounce of strength. In the back of my mind I kept my interest by remindingmyself of our vows and who I had. Oliver turned to find a very attractive blonde, taking a place on thestool next to his. Even through his Southern Comfort induced fog, hecould see she was an absolute stunner. Big tits, long legs, smallwaist. Just his type."So? Are you going to buy a girl a drink?" she said, her red lipstickshimmering under the fluorescent glow from the bar.Oliver could barely stop himself from staring at her tanned legs,stretching out from under her red dress. He followed them down to herexpensive looking high.