With the screen now blank, suddenly the bedroom where Veronica and I were lying seemed a very quiet and empty place. After all the highs and lows and ...moans and grunts we’d been watching and listening to all night.Feeling physically and emotionally drained, although it was now light outside and seven in the morning, I hoped to finally get some rest. But an insistent turning of the locked door handle about thirty minutes later put pay to that. Both of us rushing to make ourselves decent before. The girl left the room, closing the door behind her. Not two minutes later, the door opened again.Britney was busy looking in the dressing room mirror and fixing her hair when she glanced up and saw the man walk in through the reflection in the glass.Carrying a large manila envelope, he was about 6'5 and as leanly built as any man she had seen. His hair was jet black and concealed mostly underneath a brownish-tan fedora cap. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a gray shirt and a pair of. 5" long and was as wide as a coke can. my heart sank I felt betrayed and angry and I wanted to storm in and throw them both out of the house I worked so hard to give to my family but something inside was stopping me there was something about the situation. I held off. my wife unaware I was present smiled at the mystery man laid on her back and pointed her long legs directly up to the ceiling... she peeled her knickers over her big ass and over her legs she threw them to the mystery man "keep. I had to cream up my arms and legs,had to cover my man parts down there,And after I showered the stuff awayI was pink and hairless -- everywhere.Next she made me slip into some panties,And worked on my face with her make-up.When I saw my new look in the mirror,I'll tell it was quite a shake-up.Then she took a batch of pictures,While I posed like a sissy in heat,And sent them off to HankWho wrote back that he wanted to meet.I felt doomed, I felt scared,In shock and regretful,But my wife didn't.