She reminds me of Kristen Bell. Right now, she?s sitting in a lounge chair on her back porch doing something on her computer. She?s short, blonde, p...tite, and perky. Pretty much the opposite of me. She?s wearing a baggy sweatshirt with a pair of gym shorts, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her feet are encased in brown ankle boots with a wedge heel. It seems incongruous, but she finds a way to pull it off. She wears heels almost all the time-- in fact, it?s what first drew me to. I dressed and sat on the bed nervously, wondering if I’d done the right thing.Eventually I could hear footsteps approaching and I sucked in a breath as the door opened.“Hey boys. I hope you’re ready for round tw...” Liz stepped into the room, fully naked, and then stopped.Her eyes flickered around the room and then landed on me.“Where did Tommy go?” She asked, her eyes flashing yellow.“Gone. I got him free and told him to run.”Liz let out a hiss that sounded like a cobra.“And why, pray tell,. Orthinking things or imagining things based on how I think Diana would bereacting to them. I mean, it would be heavenly if I was Mr. Simms' wife.There. I said it. I said it. I did. I've had that fantasy more andmore of late. Especially since that night with Natalie and Jayden. Lotsand lots of things burst forth after that. I know I'd had that weirddream months back where I was his trophy wife - Mr. Simms, that is - butthat was months ago and it was just this weird one-off thing. Of. It took him awhile to get bold enough, but then he reached over and caressed one breast. My wife looked to me, but didn't stop him. Soon, he was caressing both tits and sucking the nipples as she began to moan. He was now sure of himself, and he started to caress her thigh. He was stroking her thighs completely now, my wife's moans were now more intense, she looked over to me. Spread for him, I said. She couldn't answer since he was kissing her, so she just let him part her legs. He then.