My wife and I had zipped our two bags together but with the heat in the cabin we hardly needed them. As I slipped my body into her, Jill cuddled me ti...ghtly and whispered, “I have missed you fucking me over the last twenty years. Ted isn’t as good in bed as you were. I can only hope that you got better.”I then slipped my cock into her wet slit and into her deep hole as she started to coo in response. She whispered again, “I knew it, you did get better. Your wife kept telling me that you had. Now. She hoped her nervous protectors could keep the chatter down, but she didn't expect they could resist for long."It's OK. They're moving on. Both are shying away from each other, giving themselves a wide berth, but they're continuing." This might speed things up," Sammy suggested. "Since they know about each other, they've given up on discretion. They're both moving forward, not bothering to disguise their movements, though on different routes."Natalie continued humming, hoping to convey her. She said that I would be allowed to continue with my training and would beable to be the gurl of my dreams. Then she told me I had completed thefirst trimester of my training and would wake in the morning to a newlife. She nodded to Gwen who returned me to my sleeping chamber and re-installed me into the cocoon. My last visual memory being the trainingimages and music as I settled into sleep and considered what Mistressmeant by trimester.So ended day three.************Dear reader, several of. “I need to tell you all this, but not here, not now. Take me to bed, please, honey?”I locked my bedroom door, assuming we’d more than likely have small and curious visitors early in the morning, knowing I’d rather be at least partially dressed when they were admitted.We piled our clothes neatly on the chair, then Mel rummaged in the bags and pulled out our sleep wear. A cheeky grin. “No point in putting it on only to have to take it off again, hey, honey?”“Leave it handy for when the kids knock.