Timmyasked what each one was, but Lydia was in too much of a rush to explainat this time. She told him to just sit there and let her finish the job.W...hen she was done, Timmy was very pretty and passable for a woman. ButLydia didn't stop there, she added jewelry and other accessories to hislook. She even painted his nails and put rings on his fingers. Thefinal touch was that she gave him her purse. She had him stand up forher to look at him. He was perfect. She took out her camera phone. I am so relaxed, so content here, that I can’t help but smile. Your lips on mine are as warm and soft as that first time. Thunder echoes in the distance. Lightning splinters the dark sky. Wind-blown strands of hair cross my cheek; and your fingers are warm as they brush the hair aside, tangling at the back of my neck. The air smells damp, of dust and rain and the scent of your skin. There is electricity in it, too, from the storm, and from the desire flashing between. She had bought a new short black dress and sexy lingerie for her night of passion with Gary. I told her that I was perfectly fine with anything that she did with Gary and that I wouldn’t interrupt them at all.Gary came over around five o’clock and we went out for dinner and drinks before returning home around eight fifteen. I put on some sexy music and we drank a bottle of wine.Amy had spent over an hour in the bath tub and getting ready for her night of sex. Everything about her looked and. I lit some candles and put an apron on over my shirtless chest and bare legs, but with my backside fully exposed. I was ready to play housewife.When Joe got home I could tell he was still upset, but his expression changed when he saw the candles and the sight of me in the kitchen in only the apron and panties. Before Joe could say a word, I told how sorry I was and that I had a special night planned. Joe smiled and kissed me close. "You're looking fine baby," he told me.I instructed Joe to go.