She wriggled her arms out of her open top and stood up in front of me. Her lithe, nude body was amazing. All woman and all girl. So beautiful. So allu...ring. I reached between her legs as she stood there and pushed my fingers up inside her. Stroke after stroke, I could feel her insides respond."Ohhhhh," she cried out and collapsed on her back on the sofa beside me, her knees up. I watched my fingers plunge in and out of her pussy as her wonderful body writhed in pleasure. She was so ready. She. Went to a good girls’ school in DC – what one suddenly remembers! No, you could hold her bottom. The others, one could only rub, sliding her skirt on her firm girdle, probably also her slip. Do girls still wear slips? ‘I should know? Obviously some don’t.’ ‘The ones you look at.’ ‘You asked the question.’ ‘Hmm! Yes. … Oh! When I was in Scandinavia with my mother and older sister – five years older – I was still sixteen, the girl with a summer job in a small hotel – probably a year or two older. She’s been with over 500 men the past few years and never felt this way. She fumbled with her keys and felt a little self-conscious. He was doing it again. She couldn’t explain it. She always had control except with him. There was nothing special about him. She felt herself breathing heavily. They haven’t even started yet and she was getting excited. She sat down a moment to catch her breath. He leaned over are looked in her eyes. ‘Are you feeling all right?’ ‘Yes. Fine. Just felt a little. :)When you consider 'RL' can also stand for 'real life', that last sentence is a bit funny. :)(Anne-Mal) What motivated you to get involved and post stories?(RLoner) Well, I actually got my very first transformative story put on the TSA in it's infancy, "My Wife As a Dog" and it was credited to Anonymous. It was actually written by me the evening after I saw an episode of the same name on "Friday the 13th: the Series" back in 1992. (Actually, that wasn't my first, now that I think about it.) I.