'I might get a boob job one day; just alittle bigger would be nice!' I thought to myself.I walked into the house and found my daughters at their usual...stations,but my wife was in the kitchen cooking dinner. I hadn't seen her yet,but the smell of food told me she was there. I rounded the corner andstopped. She turned and looked at me and noticed my surprised look."What's wrong?" she asked. I said nothing. "What? You don't likespaghetti?"That wasn't it at all. My wife of 18 years had changed.. • If you must use an enema. do it an a day when you don't have to work.• You might drip lubricant and a little loose shit for awhile- It can cause an infection if it getsin your vagina.• Wipe front to back and if you want to catch the drip in a pantyliner, place the liner to the backso the bacteria can't "walk" along the pad and into your vagina and/or urethra.ANALINGUS (RIMMING)• Fake it with spit on a knuckle while lowering your head- Wash your hands afterwards.• If your can't fake it use a. Bob was one hundred and ninety lbs. of solid muscle. Jimmy was maybe one fifty."I guess." He sat down gingerly on the back of my legs, one leg on either side of the lounge. "This okay?" One sec." He stood up and I reached back and pulled my bikini out of my butt. "Okay. Try it now." He sat down again. "Yeah. That's better. Go ahead."At first, his hands were somewhat unsure. He was nervous, y'know? Here he is, somehow related to this blonde sex goddess that used to be his kid sister, he's been. What body was I in? Who was I, this time?Completely disoriented, and totally confused, I laid still and listened. There was some activity around my bed, but not enough to tip me off as to where or who I was. The last thing I remembered was ... nothing, really. Some bits and pieces of memory floated around inside my skull, but nothing that made sense.A chair leg scraped next to the bed, and I heard the soft rustle of fabric against nylon. Wherever I was, and whoever I was, there was a woman.