His movements had taken on an urgency that only meant one thing. I had never sucked my husband’s cock to ejaculation and when first forced to perfo...m the act I was repulsed beyond description. My stomach rolled and rolled for hours afterward. If not, for the fact that I was tied spread eagle flat on my back I would have gleefully vomited up his semen. But my will to survive kept me from giving in to my urge, death because I aspirated didn’t seem a pleasant or viable choice. I chose to live to. They weren't even dressed in revealing clothing. Everyone was in your basic normal outfit that would be acceptable to wear just about anywhere. I myself was in a skirt that went a little past my knees, a blouse, and black thong sandals. We were introduced to everyone and allowed a glass of wine to relax. We were able to talk openly to one couple where seemed to be in their late forties,I was 26, who had been swinging for about ten years. They didn't seem like sex perverts and I enjoyed our talk. .. it's... that..." Greg pauses and finally gets a grip onhimself. "No, come and see for yourself, or you'll think I've gonenuts."Hardly. Anyway, an attentive reader can easily deduce the events of thenext few moments: Greg picks up The Frock off the floor and ratherawkwardly climbs into it, with yours truly goggling her eyes and keepingher mouth shut; then Greg wriggles reaching his arms behind him andmanages to zip himself up and becomes female. So, those are the barefacts. And how does one. ’ ‘Tres bien, chérie. I must confess though, that I am not cooking it and it is kind of a working dinner if you don’t mind idle chatter with a friend of mine while I fix whatever she has broken. Monique, the lady I was talking to when you came out of the bedroom, runs a small business, lives just outside the city, and is one of those people around whom technology ceases to function on an alarmingly regular basis. Either that, or she is using it as an excuse to get me out to try her latest.