! That’s when I thought “Wait a f’ing minute...”In the Pub the other day I was telling that old joke about what you do if you see an epileptic... having a fit in the bath. Answer; throw in your washing.We were all having a good laugh about this, when this big bastard tapped me on the shoulder and said “I don’t find that very funny. My brother was an epileptic and he died in the bath during one of his fits...”I said “Sorry mate. Did he drown?”“No,” he said, “he choked on a sock.”The wife came out. I had never kissed anyone in this way before, and here I was dressed as a girl kissing a fully grown man, it was wonderful. He took my hand as we kissed and put it gently on the bulge that had appeared in his jeans. This was the first time I had touched another cock, other than mine, and a shiver of excitement and butterflies raced through me. He broke away from our kissing, stood up, took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. We went into a huge bedroom with a massive bed. He lay me down on. " I hadbought them in queen size (a little private joke?) so they filled my braout nicely. I chose this specific pair because they were 100% silicon sothey felt and moved like real breasts. They also had well-formed nippleswith brown areole that looked great in sheer bras. They were shaped sothat they could be adhered with tape, but I didn't have time for suchniceties at the moment. I tucked the forms into my bra, cupping andbouncing them a few times to make sure they were situated for. Susan was practically ready to cry. The thought of Ron cheating had her heart in her throat, and the mention of cheating only reminded her of her own recent activities. She gasped out, "But what if he doesn't respond? What'll I do then?!"Suzanne just said enigmatically, "You'll cross that bridge when you come to it. Don't worry; I'll be there to help you every step of the way. Meanwhile, try not to have a discussion with him about sexual performance until after checking with me, okay? Guys can.