While Helen was, as she had shown last Thursday, not reserved, she was not loud or bubbly or one that sought the centre stage in class.She wore today ...a golden-brown pant-suit. Its cut and the softness of the cloth spoke of her means and taste, as well as of her sensual awareness. She knew it would dress and display her figure to perfection. When young, Helen would have been, I was sure, a willowy beauty. Now she had turned into a beautifully proportioned woman with more generously rounded hips. Now, I am wondering how you look in the robe”Me, “Hey, don’t!”Shubangi, “Why, not fair, You imagined me.“Me, “arey, because I can send you a pic, no need to imagine.”I sent her a selfie of me lying down on the bed.Shubhangi, “Hmm… Nice..”Me, “Want more pics? or should I leave the rest to your imagination”Shubhangi, “hmm. Up to you..”Me, “Okay, leave it. Maybe you want to use your imagination.”Shubhangi, ”My imagination is not very good yaar..”Me, “Ohh acchha”I then clicked another pic with a. It was soon hard and at about the time I was thinking of something else about this guy to enjoy, he filled my ass with his hot goo that was the best feeling that I had experienced in a long time. I gave him a moment to finish and then told him that turn about was fair play. He happily took my position and as I was lubing him sufficiently, he smiled and opened up his glory hole with his own fingers. We played with his ass together, intertwining fingers and had several of both digits from each. Again I was stunned and said why?And she said because you need to do it for your costume!After the prescribed time I jumped into the shower washed myself offseeing all my body hair go down the drain, I them washed and conditionedmy hair and stepped out of the shower where Chris stood waiting for me.She said now for your hair and sat me down on the toilet and beganputting curlers in my hair, at this point I said are you dressing me upas a girl and she laughed you figured it out huh?I said.