When she was done, I stood and began to caress every inch of her body with my hands. It soon became clear that this was turning Rene on as much as it ...as me. She especially liked having her ears and ankles rubbed. When I was done with everything except her breasts, asshole and pussy, I laid her back on the bed and quickly undressed. I strapped her strapon around my hips above my cock and then climbed onto the bed. I expressed my devotion to her breasts by carressing them and then gently. Her hair was almost too her ass at that point, but she eventuallygot it cut to mid back, and straight bangs added. That made it mucheasier to deal with.Now, finally, after two months of working on seducing the hated Jenkins,she was ready. What she couldn't have realized was the problem Jakewould cause. Bridget was relieved to find out that the spell didn'tchange his sexual orientation -- though that would have made flirtingwith Jenkins easier -- except when it came to that one boy. She wondered if her one and only love, who she married at eighteen could possibly be a mystery writer who was loosely disguising the details whilst relating her life story to unknown numbers of strangers via an adult story site.She decided to play along writing feed back tot his author and hoping for a reply from the author which would give her an email address, as she knew her husband's limited computer knowledge would never allow him the skill to register a secondary email address and shadow. My God...what...what the hell are you doing...God... I'm married to a god damned faggot..." "No...no...Anne, it isn't like...that at all...You don't understand... Anne?" "Just you shut your mouth...PANSY" Crestfallen, I volunteered to change out of the dress. "I'll...uh...get changed..." "Don't bother. It's too late now to try and be a man. I can see what you are. I don't know how you could have kept me fooled for so long." "You...want me...to stay dressed like this?" "Yes, now get the hell out.