There are lots of other stories to tell about being a photographer, like the gals that called themselves "Lusty Divas." They were all in their late th...rties and early forties. They wanted to make a Playboy-like nude calendar for their husbands. I obliged and took twelve women in various settings and poses. Some of them were more risqué than others. None of them could be considered pornographic. The women were over the moon with the results. Apparently, so were their husbands. From what I. His slacks fused together into a skirt that stopped just above the knee. The tailoring of his jacket changed to a lady's business suit, and his shirt and tie became a silk blouse and brightly colored scarf. His jockey shorts and T-shirt transformed into a Victoria's Secret bra and panty set. His wristwatch was now a woman's watch with a matching silver and turquoise bracelet on the other wrist.Make-up, expertly done, appeared on his face. His ears were now pierced, with a pair of ear. I made up some shit and he seemed not to care and was caressing his rod. Mom now came from the kitchen with a glass of water for me and ashu. Ashu was activated again as he expected her to be dressed but she still had that skimpy towel. The towel was thin and her erect nipples held it tight. Her cleavage was inviting and her legs were exposed just below from pussy level. I went I for change and took some time and listened for sounds and again they were fooling around.As I came in again I saw. I opened my legs as I heard a low gasp from the stairway.I looked at Daniel. “Come on, Dan, I would like to see it hard.”He looked at me as I touched myself. I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t getting turned on by him and his cock, but he might realize that later. He took it in his hand and started stroking it slowly. Just as slowly it grew and grew. Eleven inches might not sound that long, but when you are faced with it, it’s really impressive.I stood and walked around him. I glanced in a mirror and.