And i slowly worked my way down to her skirt. i bit the fabric pulling it slowly teasing her."Oh come on you Teasing bastard just pull them off alread...y!"Ms.Brooks demanded.and i complied quickly slipping her short skirt off, and the wet spot on her panties was very noticeable they were drippeing her juices.i pushed her down so she layed ontop of her empty desk. i slipped her panties right off with ease and i began to lick her up savoring the taste of her pouty pussy. She was cleanly shaved with. They were certainly bigger than Cindy's ormine; the label on one of her bras read as '38B'. But I figured this wasone of those times where a sports bra was more appropriate so I slipped ablack one on. I kind of liked having breasts, truth be told. They werefestive.As I continued getting dressed I mused on how just a few days ago thissort of thing would have been un-thinkable to me. Everything was still alittle surreal, but I guess at this point I've accepted that I have amagical body-swapping. I'd raised the lapel at the back of my neck. I looked good, and I knew it, which was important for an artist at an opening."Thank you," I said as I watched Dad push the cork out of a bottle of champagne."You're both too young, but one glass won't hurt you," Dad said as he poured the bubbly into the flute Mom held in her hand. She handed the glass to Grace, and Dad continued pouring until we all had our drinks."A toast," Dad said. "To the ladies first, Brent. Sweet Rose, you were my first love,. It was 2 a.m. Linda was not a fanatical clean-freak, or a wanna-wash-washer woman, nor was she fond of doing chores in the middle of the night. What Linda was, however, was a devoted dare-devil, a desperate taker and giver of dares.The 19 year old medical secretary had been taking and giving dares in person and on-line for years, ever since she was a high school freshman. In those early days they were sort of childish stunts reflective of the social milieu of classroom and extracurricular.