I think we should go upstairs so I can talk with them. Maybe they would like a show, huh?”Typically, I am not a man without words, but, for a few s...conds, I had no words.“Come on,” she said as she grabbed my hand. Then she turned to the bookcase and motioned with her other hand and said, “You too, come on.”While going upstairs, I had the urge to tell her about my wet dream. She stopped, looked up to the ceiling, smiled, and asked, “Did you three cause him to do that?”She shook her head and. Unfortunately, that was practically an admission.“Really?”“No comment.”He didn’t believe me. “You’re kidding.”“I said, no comment.”“You can’t lie to me, Paul. I see right through you. Besides, you’re not very good at it.”“I—”“You and Susan?” he wondered aloud. “Really?”“I don’t kiss and tell,” I said stiffly.“You don’t have to tell,” he said. “I can see it written all over your face.” He paused and shook his head in wonder. “Wow. That’s really cool.” His expression turned eager. “Was it a. "Okay,now you can look at yourself."The image that greeted me in the mirror wasastounding. My wife had done a good job. I lookedlike a prostitute sure enough. More precisely, Ilooked like a pretty damned scary prostitute. Theclothes hugged my slender build and the heels made mylegs and ass look . . . well . . . sexier than I feltcomfortable with. But, the jaw, the muscular shoulderand arms, and the fact that I was six four in heelsmade me look as much like some sort of androgynousAmazon as. " Please fuck me!" I quicken my pace. " YYYYYeeeeesssss," Marina hissed through clenched teeth. Her discomfort dissipating her cunt accepted the large, intruder, showering my baby- maker with love juice. " Yes, your really wet now. Your pussy likes my big cock," I goaded shifting position to see its affect. I feel her pussy contracting. " Oh, oooh, oooooooooh - ooooooooh!" Marina exclaims with a grimace, her hands pushing against my chest, her labia clinging to his slick cock. "No, no, no -.