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"Ever since the surgery, I just can't seem to get warm!" Regina said. "Why don't you come over here, honey?"

Greg smiled as he looked at her. He knew what that meant. Both sat down on the couch and she then put her head on his shoulder, a hand on his thigh. As they sat by the fire, her hand moved slowly, rubbing his thigh as it went.

Regina had a great body. Now though, Regina was gone. Her husband never seemed to suspect that it wasn't her anymore in that head of hers, but that of a filthy fifty-seven year old man who enjoyed fooling everyone just as much as he enjoyed her husband.