.. of course I forgive you, but..." Thank you, Honey. Thank you so much. I love you, Ryan." I know, Mom. I love you too. But Mom ... this doesn't chan...ge anything. I don't want to play your little psycho game anymore. Do you understand?" Yes, Ryan ... totally. That's what I want too. No more games. I made it a game, even though that wasn't what I meant for it to be. But no more games, for sure."Ryan breathed a short sigh of relief. But he wasn't sure what to do next. He had forgiven his mother,. I asked him what was wrong and he just said “Can you please just keep some clothes on while you are outside?” I asked what had brought this on and he said his friend Matt has admitted to having a crush on me and sometimes watched when my husband and I swam late at night. I couldn’t help but notice that my clit was swelling up at the thought. It had reminded me of a time, a few years ago when John and I were going hard at it early one morning, I was riding John’s cock while he was twisting my. I thought that I could get used to the convenience of showering rather than having to either run a bath or wash with a flannel from a handbasin as I had to the last three years at Cardiff, and I hoped that the digs I would find in Middlesbrough would have a modern bathroom with the choice of a shower.Word of confirmation of my job offer got round quickly once we started work that morning, and everybody from Mr Johnston downwards was kind enough to congratulate me – they all thought that getting. I had to admit, it had got stable, weird but stable. Yes, I wore women'scloths, had even worn dresses and skirts with the girls on shoppingexpeditions. I'd even grown somewhat comfortable with such things, butI'd stop in an instant once my year was up.It would be easy to put it all aside, then I could go full time back toJane, and maybe we would even give up the multi partner sex thing. Idon't know, what our life would be like got a little bit blurrier eachday, even though it also got.