Even when Ginger stepped into the shower, Eric didn’t give any reaction that he had an inkling his wife had joined them. He was much too pre-occupie... with my wife. Thankfully the showers were relatively large, not just tub size. Ginger cautiously put her hand on her husband’s back, then kissed the back of his neck. Obviously, Eric finally realized who was in the shower with them and craned his neck around so that he and his wife could kiss. I wondered what this must be like for Ginger, kissing. I took off my pyjamas and panties (I wasn't wearing a bra), and looked atmyself nude.Well, there was no denying that I was a girl now.Down below there was a neat bush of pubic hair. I felt around, and feltthe labia. They felt just like my scrotum, except there were no balls, andmy penis was inside there somehow.I wanted to feel more, and then realised I'd have to go to the toiletsoon. I put my panties and pyjamas back on, and then thought: "What if Iget seen?"I looked around my room. It. I don't understand a man who could willingly share his wife, or even images of her. What I don't understand tends to make me angry. I'm not pleasant when I'm angry, so guys learn to leave me alone.I'm here to protect her. There's not much trouble here, but the managers know I'm good at keeping the peace. They pretend to forget I'm her roommate, not husband.They let me slide by the rules. Theres no real need to be near her: She's never found another cock big enough to hurt her, though she'll. .. sounds like you have a really haaarrd day ahead of you", I tilted my head back and squirted the cream straight into my mouth, then I looked him dead in the eyes and licked my lips as his quivered at the sight. "Hhmmmmm... this whip cream is sooooo good daddy, would you like some" I asked him while cocking my head to the side and pulling my shoulders back to look as innocent, yet confident, as I could. "Ye-yeah sure, thanks honey" he replied. Feeling bold I walked up and took his wrist,.