It was less warm than the previous evening's, a duty kiss.Christopher drove forlornly away. That farewell had confirmed his decision but it saddened h...im, considerably.On Thursday evening he told Tina that he would pick her up the next morning but was then going to drive straight home after work."I think actually," he added, "that now the evenings are light again I don't need to give you a lift in the evenings anymore or at least for the time being." OK," she whispered. "I'll miss you." Me too. I'll be a middle-aged womanwith a middle-aged woman's voluptuous breasts. My penis seemed to likethat idea because it sprang back to attention.As I stepped into the shower, I wondered if I would be doing this if itwasn't such of a turn-on for me. Am I really that crazy, I thought as Isoaped my chest, trying to work the breast forms free. I'm fucking up mywhole life for some kind of sexual thrill. After a few moments of prying,the breast forms slid off my chest and I placed them on the top of. ”“Thank you, Sensei.”“See you tomorrow.”We hung up and I went to be with my wives in the ‘Indian’ room.“What’s going on?” Jessica asked.“Sorry for simply kissing you when I arrived home and going straight to my study. I needed to talk to Sensei Jim about Marcia’s mom. We’re afraid she’s going to pull Marcia from the dojo.”“What?! Why?”“Mrs. Ingles thought Kara and I were divorced and on good terms. She found out the truth tonight during the conversation and said she didn’t think I was a good. With that in mind, we're both dressed in nothing but a thong, black for Jessica and green for me, combined with black band tees, which this weekend both happen to be semi tight-fitting Iron Maiden ones, which only reach halfway down our butts, allowing us to cheekily wiggle at each other. Neither of us wears a bra. She returns from changing wearing a onesie. It's pink, with a zip up front, making it impossible to know what underwear she is or isn't wearing, covering her from neck to wrists to.