As she served breakfast topless, she was mildly surprised that when some of the men flirted with her, it just made her feel good. She wondered how she...d ever be able to satisfy this new need to be nude, or at least be able to enjoy being nude, while living her usual lifestyle.Then she spent some time thinking about the conversation she was going to have with her mother when they got back.The trip back went without any glitches. The passengers, using their last hours together spent most of the. I tried the closest door and found a bathroom behind it. Then, I tried the next one. Voila, there she was, laying on her side, facing away from me. Or so I thought.She was wearing only a camisole and her undies. She was not covering herself with the blanket so her half-naked body was in full view for me to see.My eyes lingered perversely on her round ass. Then, it went to the bare shoulders that begged to be touched. Her hair fell to the side and revealed her deliciously kissable neck. My cock. The shock of the whole situation started to set in. From this point in our marriage, no other woman besides my wife had been this profoundly personal, nothing more than a handshake, a hug or peck on the cheek. Angela was exceptionally skilled at performing oral on me. She kept a perfect amount of pressure and coordination with her mouth and hands as she stroked my swollen shaft. The sensation was amazing!Stevie was watching Angela work on me from across the room. I could tell she was getting. You know, more specific. Dressing up as a character of the opposite gender. I was just thinking it could really suit you.”I put my hand to my smooth chin as if to pretend I was deep in thought. Honestly, the question had thrown me.I had seen that online too; both obvious bearded chubby dudes in too-tight Sailor Moon outfits, and what appeared to be cute girls that commenters were eager to point out had more going on downstairs than one might expect.“I never really thought about it, to be.