Adamant that whateverfeelings I might experience weren't real. They were just something themagic had done to me.I stared at the dress in my hands agai...n. Now I doubted if I really wantedto wear it. Despite the fact that I found it completely gorgeous and knewit would look great on me."Penelope!" Mom called from downstairs. "Are you awake?"Sighing, I walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. "Yes! Justgetting dressed." Okay. I'm leaving early for a meeting before the office opens,". Yet I didn't want to intrude on something so private. I moved into the shadows of the hallway so that I could watch Mike. My naked husband continued to fist his hard penis, encouraging some cyber-nymph to engage in filthy dirty sex though was becoming too much for me. My body was on fire! My hands felt along seams of my skirt stopping at the hem. Slowly I pulled it up above my hips and slid a hand into my panties. I closed my eyes as my finger traced a path along my dewy vaginal lips. Was I. I sold myfurniture and most household possessions and brought just my clothes andpersonal items with me. In fact, we had just moved the last of it inbefore we decided to visit the thrift store on this fateful Saturday,where I made the unwise decision of trying on a pair of women's shortsmistakenly placed in the men's department.Slender and in good physical condition, I always had thought my butt wassmall. Now it felt gigantic. How could that be? And why didn't I look atthe tag or examine the. I took my time to insure that not a single hair remained, but I guess I took too long because her fingers kept finding their way to her love button. Taking the sensitive skin around her labial folds between my thumb and forefinger, I pulled it taut and shaved it clean with a surgeon’s steadiness to make sure I got every single hair. This was sheer delight for Christina who was now orgasmically withering in my grip, breathlessly moaning “I’m gonna cum.” I put the razor down and pushed two.