I sat in my easy chair, waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom. I heard her drying her hair. I slowly stroked my dick. It was purple and achi...g with need. I wanted Erica, with her silky brown locks, and her ruby red nails, and her perky tits. Her body. So nice. So like her daughter. Yes, they were so much alike. I needed her. "Richard, sweetheart. Are you waiting for the bathroom, dear? I'm finished. Why're you smiling, love? Are you holding a belt?" "Come here, Erica. I have something. This time, though, she’d be busy.The kitchen showed no sign of Andy but the skillet soaking in the sink. Well, she could fix herself toasted-cheese sandwiches if she wanted to. The dish washer was full enough to justify a load, and she put in the detergent and turned it on. The washer was still going downstairs.She went upstairs to get herself a new bath towel. The other towels she’d used were beach towels. They’d been luxurious bath towels decades before, but they’d got ragged and been. But if Nisha were my wife, I wouldn’t let her walk like a slutty whore exposing her body to other men. Friends, if you allow your wife to move around exposing her body to other men, some man will ultimately strip her naked and make her his slutty bitch.The question was, whom would she finally allow removing her panty. Of course, I knew my luck wouldn’t be shining. So I just continued to drink and have those amazing Malai kebabs!The party continued. Then Sumit asked everyone to move up to the. There are manyothers in this world who have problems being who they, born in the wrongbody or are intersexed and struggling to be accepted by family, friendsand colleagues. I'm lucky, I have a choice - others don't. So, where dowe go from here?"Samantha looked at JJ with some anticipation."Well, I think to start with I will go back to my room."JJ saw the look of disappointment in Samantha's face and even the startof some tears with her comment."I'm just going to get my nightdress," she.