" "But, I have, and she's - well, she's not there." The man's eyes narrowed, as though trying to peer through Steven. "Is your wife prone to straying,... if I may be so bold, sir?" "Straying? I - no, no she isn't." "Well, many women are. My own wife was a prime example. So unpredictable, so strong-willed, such - unquenchable desires." The man's expression relaxed, his eyes now those of a knowing confidant. "Look, have you seen her?" Steven asked finally. "Black dress, brown hair, very pretty...". He noticed that his pets voice getting shaky on the 8th stroke and by the fifteeth her sensed she was ripe and ready as just a couple of tears hit the desk below her body. On the twentieth stroke, Peter walked away from the desk and sat on the soft felt chair opposite the desk. “Get up, strip and kneel in front of me”. Christine loved how commanding her favourite teacher could be and despite the now cheery red arse cheeks she moved quickly to meet his demands. Wearing only a school skirt, a. I was now a woman. I looked at my new, naked, woman's body. I rubbed my hands all over my body, feeling every inch of my smooth, silky skin. My face was so smooth, as was my neck and breasts. My breasts were very nice. I squeezed them and fondled them. My nipples became hard and very sensitive. I worked my hands down my waist and the outside of my thighs to my knees. I then moved my hands to the inside of my legs and up to my new parts. I fell to my knees as I rubbed my clit for the first time.. "Do you like to kiss?" I asked. "Maybe not so much," she said. But after I pulled my shirt over my head she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. It was a soft and glancing kiss with no tongue. Not hungry, but gentle and nice and sexy in a cute sort of way. I think she wanted to separate the romantic stuff from the dirty-anonymous-giving-this-guy-a-blowjob stuff. I pulled my shoes off and then my jeans. Ariana pealed off the socks and placed my legs on either side of the table. My boxers were.