The water was already running. I could hear it from the hallway. When I turned the corner into the bathroom she stood before me. Her whole body was...exposed and for the first time I was able to observe all that had changed. Her tits had grown from the C cups they once were to D cups. Her feminine figure was as beautiful as ever. The curve of her ass was still hypnotic and arousing. But now there was a massive pendulum of flesh that hung between her legs. I saw no sign of the once soft. ”I felt Norm’s cum oozing over my hand as I sprayed squirt after squirt of my semen and sperm onto my stomach. The distinctive aroma of our ejaculations blended with the musk of our hairy groins. Norm looked down at a thick rope of my cum that had run down his hand. He smiled at me and brought his hand to his mouth, sucking down the tangy juice that came from my balls. I felt his much smaller cum load on my hand but had no intention of tasting it.He then started leaning down towards my chest. " He's not Irish," Kalola explained. "His name is Mike Fuda. He's jap. I can introduce you to him." Let's go home then," Lynn suggested. "I want to see about turning that closet in my bedroom into a darkroom, and I have to figure out where I can hide and get a shot of him and Ellen." You chicks go ahead," Ellen said lazily. "I'm gonna stay on the beach awhile." Okay," Kalola agreed, "but be right here where we can find you later. Soon as Lynn gets everything set up, I'm going to call Mike Fuda. It also seemed to me that maybe she was working pretty hard trying to convince herself that the bodiless voice on the other end of the phone line was, in fact, me. Personally I found it pretty exciting that she had been talking to some strange guy and telling him intimate things about herself. This was something that was totally out of character for my wife. As she spoke I imagined this guy on the other end of the phone, dick in hand, with a grin on his face, happily masturbating to everything.