”“Would you do that for me?” I whispered back ” I wantyou to lose your top first and show off your tits forme.”Krista ga...e me a playful smile and joined the otherwomen in the center as the husbands all took theirplaces in the circle of chairs.We had picked out a rock song and the wives all dancedaround the room for a couple of minutes. Susan hadtold me to keep the music on for at least 2 or 3minutes before the abrupt stop. I held my finger onthe button the whole. He was tall enough to lean his forearms on the windowsill and he told me to lift the screen. "Well, are your parents awake?" I told him they were and he continued. "You should lock your door, so they won't catch you. And shouldn't you get ready for bed...just in case??" I gave him a hard look, knowing he just wanted to see me change my clothes...bad enough if it was just him, but his friend stood slightly behind him not saying a word as if that might make me forget his presence. "Ill lock. While away at college his aunts had redecorated his room in anot too dissimilar fashion which for him was the last straw in aseemingly constant battle to constrain his growing masculinity and hadfinally persuaded him that a summer away from their influence would bethe best course of action. The irony of his new surroundings wasn?tlost on him.Was there no escaping this creeping feminisation it seemed to befollowing him everywhere? he silently cursed to himself and he onlyhalf listened to Greta. I looked at her wet body and the heaving of her chest because of all the smooching. I grabbed her kameez near the cleavage and tore it off.Then I pushed her to the wall and started making out with her; tearing her clothes off her body one by one. The tearing of her clothes was having a cathartic effect on me with all my frustration at work being vented out on those clothes and the discovery of treasures hidden by them was arousing. After a few minutes of smooching, biting, groping and tearing.