.."Greta, are you alright?" said Jack as he rushed over to take my hand.Coming back from my spacing out, I treated this as if it were the mostnormal t...hing in the world. "No! Why am I dressed like a boy? Whose bodyis this? It can't be mine! Jack, I feel like I'm losing it. I'm sougly!" I said in what seemed to be a German accent. I started to cry andburied my head in Jack's shoulder.Pulling me into an embrace, Jack softly said, "Honey it's ok and by theway, that's bullshit. You are the prettiest. It amplified the strangely blissful feeling thetights were giving him.Jackie shook her head and said, "I think you're fine. The only thing is,if you're going to wear a skirt, you've got to shave your legs, dear."Simon glanced up at her and saw her smile as well as William's. "Thanksfor the tip, I'll keep that in mind", Simon retorted before a smile cameupon his face.Simon then went back to doing some of Jennifer's work to kill time. Hemade an unsuccessful sales pitch before he saw his office. "We won't be able to break out without taking heavy casualties. And every minute we wait, more MPs show up." How bad are casualties so far?" Shaw asked him."Twelve wounded, six dead." Hang tight for a few," Shaw ordered. "I'm gonna send you some help. Wait for my order and then initiate the breakout." Copy," Evers replied.Though the situation Evers found himself in was bad, it was not something that had been unanticipated. "Armand!" Shaw barked into the air, not bothering to use the radio since. It was dry. I took it in both hands, and sort of turned it inside out, exposing the little white panel in the crotch. I put it to my face and inhaled deeply. Through the bromine scent of the hot tub, I detected a slight tang of pussy. I growled under my breath, felt my cock lurch, tossed the suit back up on the rod, and went to find my wife. I gave her one of the soundest late-afternoon fuck sessions she had enjoyed since Brian's birth. Hey, I thought, I'm not that perverted. I may get my.