I continued sleeping nonchalantly, pretending not to be interested. She fluttered her eyelashes and gave me a smile. I blushed in my dream and snuggl...d under the quilt. She nodded knowingly and fixed her curious gaze on me. She looked quite real; I had the feeling that if I reach out, I would be able to touch her. I could see every detail of her clothing very clearly. She wore a tight dark blue dress that accentuated the graceful curves of her body and her feet were clad in black pointed-toed. .I can feel the wetness on my shaved ass as I am sitting.Last week while we were traveling to visit her friend from college. We were staying at Pauls house, he hosted a nice party for us and 2 of his clients, after the fun they all had to travel out of town and left us there for the remainder of the weekend.My wife was really happy to see her friend, and had alot to drink, even with that i couldn't get her to fuck me, but i managed to talk her into showering before bed. As soon as she removed. Her internal state was no better than her external one.The phone rang. “Independence United Methodist Church,” she said into it.“Reverend Blake, please.”“Speaking.”“This is Terry Metzger. I’m superintendent of the Northern District.” Jen knew who Metzger was; there were only seven district superintendents, after all. But she’d long-ago learned that people whom it was easiest to recognize identified themselves thoroughly; men you’d met once -- and that was a year before while passing through a. I had to fight down the urge not to skip as I made my way down thestreet. It was a hard impulse to suppress on such a warm and sunny day.Louise had explained that the conditioning process could sometimestrigger a psychological over compensation at times. It didn't just makeme act more feminine, it could push me to go overboard. As young as I'dbecome, I was still too old to go skipping down the street.There were ways to distract myself, though. I'd taken a keen interest ingauging the reactions.