, I could vaguely see the door of the bedroom across the hall was open and I could see through the haze, my wife and Liz in the other room. I couldn...'t quite make out what they were doing but I knew it wasn't good as I had recognized the scream as being from my wife.My attention was brought back to Joe when I felt his finger pushing against my ass hole. He was trying to stick his finger up my ass but was having trouble as he couldn't get it in very far because of the way I was standing.He. She is completely womanly in her dress and behavior, and I seeno reason for us to confront her with the anatomical truth, at leastnot now. It would be cruel. You will treat her as chivalrously as youwould any female of her age and class, and never even hint that shewas once a boy."Another silence."I can do these things," he said. "You should know that I paid themother a generous sum for the child's support." Yes, and I know the amount," I replied. "I will not blame you. Lisaturned out well.". “I didn’t put on the bloomers,” she confessed.“Me neither,” Sandy said. “We’ll give Bryan a little thrill. So what do you have on underneath?”“Just this,” Bethany answered. She bent over and raised the back of her skirt. The hot pink, lace strap of a thong split her two, round, smooth cheeks and a little pink triangle peeped out from between her legs.“Oh my god, I have on the same one,” Sandy giggled, turned around and flipped up her skirt. They both laughed and stood in front of the mirror. She guessed in his early 20’s. Fully thirty years her junior. His accent and multicolored dreadlocks suggested a Caribbean origin, possibly Jamaica.He wore multi-pocketed cargo shorts, striped polo shirt, and flip flops. He was not a big guy, not like her 6’ 1” 220-pound husband. He appeared to be shorter than her own 5’ 7”. He probably matched her 190 pounds.“Look, I called for a ride, not a fucking marriage counselor. You do your job, and I’ll deal with my personal life.”“Yes, ma’am! I didn’t.