They exchanged places for all of three minutes before Dave was left with the television and the clothes he should wear. Plenty of time to think about ...his guy Brian. He pulled a few printed emails that were poking out of Angela’s handbag and read them. He read with envy and realised why she carried these around with her. Brian’s tone was firm, almost demanding. Dave wondered whether his wife did these tasks that she had been set and if so, when? And where?The tasks varied from flashing to. The girls slipped into their extra underwear suits and buttoned them from their crotch to just above the swell of their young breasts. They looked around the circle at each other and Kia grinned as she reached up to loosen one more button at the top, exposing the swell of her young breasts even more. Each of them loosened another button and pulled the top open more as they smiled at each other. They knew they were becoming women and they already knew their breasts and nipples were going show. A uniformed female police officer (with a sickening realisation she recognised her as Angie, the wife of the schoolteacher shed had at the barbeque party), and her best friend, Julia. Julia! My god what was she doing here? Then the awful realisation dawned on her, that all her carefully spun webs of deceit had gone, her lies now as exposed as her own naked body. She knew then that her husband mustve cracked the password to the personal diary she kept on her computer of her exploits. She. We both were soon dripping out, Vasanthi in her first sex encounter and my self in the first licensed drive I pushed her on the bed, positioned my dick and inserted on the cute hole gripping her waist. She screamed in pain and the same time I could hear the toilet door open. It was my mil. I donot know how and when she came inside the room I was surprised and stopped. “Dear, don’t stop, this is the surprise about which I told you, I know everything, come on fuck me”. Vasanthi could not wait any.