Yes.

Pausing staring at the toothbrush brings your mind back to the persistent itch in your pussy. Thinking about what you had done with it earlier was making the itch worse. Biting your lip you quickly decide to bring it with you just in case the itch got out of control again. It wasn't perfect but better then nothing you reasoned.

Having made your decision the question now arose of where you would put it. Your top and skirt didn't allow for a lot of storage room. Glancing down you quickly bent over and stuffed the toothbrush in your socks hoping that neither your wife or your former body would ask what it was before you could put your shoes on and hide it.

With the tooth brush successfully hidden you headed to the kitchen and found that you where the one first there. You make your breakfast like you always do finding your cereal and milk and sitting down to get your well earned meal.

Contemplating what could have gone wrong with the machine and how to fix it you are interrupted by Alma and your wife walking in. Your wife in a transparent lacy purple bathrobe which had you staring and quickly averting your eyes as you could easily see she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"No need to be shy dear, after all, its nothing you haven't seen before" she says glancing at you. Next to her your former body in nothing but boxers chuckles. You kind of wished you had lost a few pounds now that you have to look at yourself.

As your wife sits at the dinner table you clearly spot something white running down her thigh and catch a whiff of something in the air. You recognize the smell of semen and so does your body the itch in your body increased as soon as you smelled it. Glancing over at Alma the wet spot on her boxers proves your nose correct.

Quickly, you push the thought about what they had been doing from your mind to avoid making the itch worse. Focusing on your breakfast you do your best to ignore the excessive amount of kissing Alma and your wife is doing.

It is difficult as your wife is clearly craving your old body's touch. At every opportunity she is grabbing and groping it and Alma seems happy to oblige. Let her hand slip down under your wife's transparent bathrobe and groping her full mounds. The show they are putting on makes your itch worse and you find yourself yearning to be touched like that. Their love display is too much to handle for your aching body and without a word you storm of to the hall. As you go you feel a knot of anger settle in your stomach how could your wife have not noticed it wasn't you? and how dare Alma do that with her mother your wife?!