I started hanging out with him more, watching TV with him, taking interest in his piano skills. But every time I tried to go into some light hearted f...lirting, he would not respond - changing the subject very cleverly. I knew I had to do something more to get his attention, maybe I wasn't his type, or maybe he wanted to be loyal to his wife. So one night after dinner, I had a quick shower and headed for my room. I put on a sexy pair of pyjamas - tight pair of shorts and a tank top, no bra or. Her large spongy titties aredangling and swaying, blood rushing into the elongated nipples. "Nicole?" "Yes, Sir?" "See the cigarette and lighter on the side table?" "Yes, Sir." "Light it and hand it to me." "Yes, Sir." Nicole's forehead has broken out in sweat. Her body is starting to imperceptiblyshake. Nicole reaches fro the cigarette and places it between her lips; takesthe lighter, flicks the flint, draws on the cigarette and draws on the filter. "Nicole?" "Yes, Jon?" "Do you know what is. Like a door opening in her mind, Cathy suddenly understoodwhat was happening. Male bodies were conditioned throughout theirchildhoods to keep their emotional control. Now her mind was in a malebody she had inherited the stiff upper lip emotional controls that hadbeen drummed into Peter during his years at boarding school.In reverse now his mind was trapped in a female body with her looseremotional control, combined with the surge in hormones which accompaniedthe peak of her fertility cycle was. If not, then you have to take it back and get her something else. Deal?"Teri stood there, shifting from one foot to the other. She looked up. "OK" she said. Then that blinding smile that he loved so much came back and she bounced into his arms, hugging him hard. "Thank you Uncle Bob," she said into his neck. "You ALWAYS understand."He gave her two hundred dollars and she hurried off to the mall. She was only gone half an hour before she was back, shopping bag in hand, flushed and excited. "I.