..” I grinned. “I can double-check with the app. It tags who edited a person.”“Right, right.” My wife's eyes widened. “What if he edits yo...?”“I was edited by the Most High.” I frowned. An idea hit me. “What?” my wife asked. “I know that look.“I wondered if there were clues in how I was changed that would let me figure out this other person. I mean... There are some differences to me.”“Check!” my wife said.I pulled out my phone. Even though I had done my three edits for the day—I wouldn't get. I got the washrag and loofa handy, squirted soap on my hand and rubbed it on her neck and then down to her boobs and back, giving her a good massage all the time. I really gave her breasts a good working over. Then I told her; “Try this and tell me if you like it,” and I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and tongued it furiously. She moaned and said: “Ohhhh, yes.” I then did her right one, and told her that is how it feels when a baby nurses on you for milk. She told me it really felt. I was in deep shit now, but that’s just the way it went. Hell, I got in trouble even when I was grounded. Something about someone hitting a golf ball through our next-door neighbor’s window, I just couldn’t win. I think my last big fiasco was when my two cousins and I were walking down the road by the local business district. We saw a bunch of kids throwing rocks at a row of three green houses. ‘Are you guys nuts? If Hank sees what you’re doing, he’s going to kick your ass,’ I yelled at them.. Halterlose Netzstrümpfe, High-Heels in Lack und Satin-Handschuhe, alles im gleichen weiß. Darüber ein Hauch von nichts ein transparenter Umhang aus Tüll, nur am Hals geschlossen. Der Alte trägt eine Leinenhose und ein weißes Hemd. So betreten wir das riesige Hohnzimmer. Vor der großen Fensterfront stehen 4 ältere Herren, alle im Anzug, im Gespräch. Als wir den Raum betreten wenden sie sich uns zu. Wir gehen die ca. 6m durch den Raum auf sie zu. Bei jedem Schritt wippt mein Schwanz vor dem.