"That would be great. I don’t want him to repeat the 11th grade," she said. She thanked me and Ben and his mother left to go home. That night I told... my wife about what I had seen and asked her what she thought about fucking Ben and his monster rod. She was intrigued but scared that she might lose her job if anyone found out. "What if he freaks and tells on me?" she asked. I had a solution to this problem. I would hide in a closet while Ben and my wife played around. If things went fine then I'd. Michael watched as Gerard kissed his wife. Gerard began fondling Jen's breasts over her t-shirt. With his other hand, Gerard lifted her t-shirt and reached into Jen's panties. Michael found it incredibly erotic to see the panties' silky material stretch over Gerard's large hand as he finger fucked his wife.Soon Jen was buckling under Gerard's touch. She raised herself on her tiptoes to allow Gerard a better angle, causing her slim shapely legs to tense. Her moans were cut off by Gerard's mouth. “OK, now your turn”“I.. I already did… I’m sorry” “What? No, don’t be sorry, sweetheart! Are you ok?” Really I was asking if he was OK with what we’d just done. “Ya! I’m great” He answered more excitedly than he meant to and became shy. “Good.” I smiled, stood up, and left. After cleaning myself off (and out) I went into Bobby’s room. He had to have heard me with Andrew, and I was counting on it. I walked in to his room, slipped my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground, allowing. I couldn't believe it WAS SO LATE.I ran to the bathroom to jump in the shower, but first I had to take a piss. I stepped up to the toiler and reached in to find my dick. I couldn't find it. It's nothing special, but it ain't that small. I looked down, finally opening my drowsy eyes, only to see nothing but lumps under my t-shirt. WTF!I looked in the mirror. The face looking back at me. Not my own. Instead of the frumpy disshelved man that I am, I was looking at the most gorgeous woman I have.