"Very well done "C" , complimented Mister Gabe. "Very well done. Now girl, bring Mrs. Dane over here." He paused in thought for a moment glancing down...at Brock's hard dick. "Hmmm," he murmured, "we cannot keep tormenting the boy, can we. "C", right here." He pointed in front of Brock and "C" guided my wife to between Brocks spread knees and then gently pushed her down so that she was kneeling in front of him as Sara was between mine. Brock couldn't tear his eyes off of Jen – her breasts swaying. I can't wait!" Just then the door bell rang. My stomach filled with butterflies and my mouth went dry. "O.K., baby, your date is here...go get the door." Denise ordered. I walked out of our bedroom and through the family room. I noticed Denise had a camera on a tri pod and a flash umbrella set up. The family room looked like a portrait studio. I opened the door and looked up to see Derek at the door. He seemed so masculine with me dressed so feminine. He smiled and walked in. He handed me a. She wasdefinitely pretty. She walked out timidly, and saw Mary, Diane, andKaren waiting for him, the old woman right behind her.Mary saw Michelle and gasped, holding her hand to her mouth, shocked tosee her, instead of a 'him'.Michelle looked at Mary. She'd seen the metallic blue bikini on herbefore, and was always surprised how pretty she looked in it. Diane andKaren had their backs to him, and both had on bikini's that left verylittle to the imagination. Diane's was a bright yellow, that. I always feel little awkward when I’m not wearing them.I make you a lovely dinner. Steak, sautéed mushrooms, baked potato with fixin’s, and maybe some steamed broccoli with a cheese sauce? (What do you like to eat? What would you want me to cook for you?)I set the table, light the candles, dim the lights.You’ll be home soon, so I take off my apron and touch up my make up. My hair is long, down past my shoulders now, full of soft curls. I brush it out a bit, to give it that big, bedroom hair.