The lock snapped as she turned the key, and they were in the kitchen. He glanced to the right and saw the bedroom. Not wanting to move too quickly, he...turned left, entering the living area. She felt like she was talking too much, babbling nervously. What was wrong with her? They had worked together for years and had never had any awkwardness between them. So why now? On the periphery of his consciousness he realized she was chatting about the apartment, but his mind was working almost solely on. "Good, lets get cracking just as soon as we can find a free minute," I said with a big smile.It was fairly easy, all the kit and chemicals were readily available from the university stock, it just took time to set up. It resulted in a clear liquid that had no affect on our female lab assistant. We used as a delivery method a glass of red wine, that we had added the clear liquid to, after making sure that that our concoction was non-toxic of course. So it's was back to the drawing board, in this. I felt the surge of an orgasm, and pulled out.I grabbed her, and pulled her on her back, legs spread.I slapped her cunt.She moaned.Denys fucked her ass. She moved like an engine, fucking her with the entire length of her strapon, and she continued talking, calling her a cunt, whore, slut, cock sucker. My wife had her hand on her cunt, rubbing herself violently, moaning with every slur or curse word slung at her.After a few minutes, Denys leaned forward and grabbed her breasts, pinching her. I imagine slipping intomy dress.And now, I had confided it to my wife. My sweet wife.I look across the room at her. Had she had any clue to the yearning in mysoul? I wipe the memory on my computer nightly. I do not dress, not evenwhen I am alone. The articles I read about Caitlyn Jenner and Laverne Coxand Laura Jane Grace are carefully put away. Can she see inside my soulat the desires that live there, if she can see the softness that isthere.Pammie stood up and left the room. I watched her.