..) Bu then I was kissing her neck and down her front to the top of her t-shirt, it was low cut and I could get quiet a ways down. She stopped me so s...he could take of her bra. (It was good thing because I am sure I would have made a fool of myself trying to do it for her!) She kept her shirt on so if we had visitors we could cover up quickly. I found out later that was the same reason she had worn the skirt. She seemed to have planned this out way better that I had! I pushed up her shirt and. I wandered, sleepy-eyed, into the kitchen. The twins were watching cartoons on the television in the living and Rachel was standing at the stove, still in her nightshirt, which barely covered her cute butt. “Do you want something for breakfast?” Rachel asked, as I sat down at the dining room table. I wanted to say, ‘Yeah, you,” but I knew better. “Whatever you’re offering, I’ll take,” I replied. To my surprise, Rachel turned and looked at me, spatula in one hand and her other hand on hip, one. Pulling out a pink set she stripped off her clothes and just before she put them on she walked naked to the ensuite and had a shower. A long hard shower scrubbing her skin with the washer. Feeling totally clean and drying herself she walked back to the 2nd bedroom and put on the pink underwear. Walking back into bedroom one she looked at herself and realised she was a lady not a girl. On the bedside table was a picture of her uncle. She kissed this picture saying thanks.In bedroom two she tried. As she recounted in horror all of the things that she had done while hypnotized – things she had done with her receptionist, no less – she simply decided that bringing herself to orgasm following an erotic dream about the hypnotist just wasn't a good idea. She needed to regain control of her desires, she told herself, so she refused to touch her aching sex.As the day wore on, her arousal became a growing distraction. Doing her best to ignore it, she had called some of her friends and invited.