“Um I think I feel renewed life in your body!”I couldn’t believe that I was blushing as badly as I was when my member with growing harder agains... her hip. “Yes I think I am starting to feel better thank you.” I told her.I knew not to push her for information though in all honesty I wasn’t that upset not knowing. I had started to develop something toward her though at the moment I wasn’t sure what. The simple fact that I looked for her each day on the way home spoke volumes. I had to admit there. I could not turn my head to see who that bastard was…Then I kissed my hubby and nodded to the men in general.I managed to twist away from the groping fingers and left the room.The first thing I did was to go to my bedroom and change the thong;Because the one I was wearing was uncomfortably wet for a reason. Entering the garage a few minutes later, I slapped the button to roll the automatic door up. But then I jumped with a little squeak as a deep voice spoke."You should not roll the door up; it. We're doing a photo shoot for the ladies' clothing section of a spring sale catalog."I felt my jaw dropping open. "Ladies'...clothing?" I glanced at Anya and saw her nod. "You want me to model...ladies' clothing?"Greg glanced at me, puzzled, and then slowly, his eyes widened. "Oh," he mouthed softly, and in that one sound, he indicated that he knew everything.Anya glanced at me, then back at Greg. "Why don't you wait outside so we can talk?" She scooted him out the office door, then came. I forgot… um.. I can change.. into nightclothes.. if you want… really! Well, now, that would go a long way to make me think youre not a hater. It would. T sat on the side of the bed as I got off and went to my dresser to find some pajamas. I pulled open the drawer. Kris moved over next to me, very close, his nakedness making me terribly nervous. I fished for my old, comfortable flannel pjs, but Kris hand reached in, pulled out a nightgown. This oughta do, wear this. He held it up, a fairly.