"Well we ARE both professionals," he said. "I can already tell that you're going to do fabulously as a teacher, so maybe if we just concentrate on the... professional aspects of our relationship it will be a little easier for you. I confess I still perceive you as a student sometimes. I'll work on that." Good," she said, more or less firmly. At least there was a direction in which to move."All right then," he said, trying to sound perky and upbeat. "See you Monday." Yes," she said.Kids may be. They all thought thatthe hormones were to blame. If I had not passed out Peter would nothave had the opportunity of talking to my Doctor.Peter and my youngest daughter are now fine with it but my elderdaughter is finding it harder. She asked me on the phone the other dayhow far I was prepared to go. I told her it must be all the way, I wasnot prepared to be half and half. This rather stunned her, she had notreally thought it through that far. I told her that if she wanted, sheshould discuss it. “Shit! That's so mother fucking good, Stella!” I yelled, with a few tears drifting onto my cheeks. "I love you so much, you hot bitch," I screamed, slamming my hands onto my boobs. "You are playing with fire and you are about to get burned," I warned her, as my body began moving around too. With every movement of her tongue, I became closer to exploding. Sweat poured down my whole figure and my heart was pounding like a jackhammer. My eyes got a view of her just having the time of her life once. I looked down at myself and my smooth shimmerylegs. Quickly I walked to the bathroom to see myself in the mirror, mythighs rubbing together and making a faint zip-zip sound as a I walked.In the mirror I saw women's legs, for a moment. Then I saw my leg hairthrough the hose and I saw my boy underwear making ugly lines in the toppart. Revulsion overcame me. I hated how I looked. I returned to thebedroom, stripped the stockings off as quickly as I could and stashed theballed up mess with my.