. But, only if they don't make me look slutty." "Oh. I get it. You don't mind if they make me look slutty, just as long as they don't make you look...slutty?" "Oh, yeah. You've got that right." Gale laughingly quipped.+++++ "Not bad." Gale commented, as that doppelganger husband of hers modeled a slinky silver lame' sleepshirt. "Not bad at all... "I kind of like that." With a voice that was an exact duplicate of his wife's, Dennis replied, "Well then, that makes two of us." "Okay. How 'bout. Her red curly hair already wild and unbrushed was now matted to the sides of her head. She reminded me of a modern medusa in whose powers I was now trapped. Her smile turned evil, as she understood that she now had me. She asked again if I was ready to shave and although I was weakening, I shook my head knowing I had to remain strong if I ever was to keep my manhood. That smile remained, nestled among the freckles on her face and her pale blue eyes glimmered. I should have understood she was. I got the impression that she is a real bitch." I can tell you that the gossips circling around the company caused him serious problems and his wife has already filed for divorce. She apparently would have done it anyway, but I think that your phone call hurried up her decision." The rumors were plain truth, if a married woman agrees to spend a night at a motel with such an asshole, then she is a whore. No doubt about what kind of woman he fucked there. The problem is that I'm still married to. Jennifer shivered. "How do you feel?" George asked her. There was a mocking gleam in his eyes. "Horny!" Jennifer admitted, honestly, surprising even herself with her answer. George laughed again, his laughter guttural. Jennifer's eyes were riveted to the young couple writhing around on the floor. "Oh, Richard, I want that thing so bad, I can feel myself coming!" Rachael gasped, arching her hips up and down in a copulatory motion that was very exciting to Jennifer. "Don't worry, Rach," Richard.