As do I. However, in the meantime there are little things I can do to and for you, such as...”At that point, I had put a hand straight up under her ...short dress and teased her with a finger or two in just right place through her soaking wet panties.“Damn! I knew you came hard, but you are so positively hot and wet that it must be running down your legs by now, pet.”She had to fight to get words out, but she was finally able to hiss through very tight lips that she could feel it, “dripping down. The most exciting parts of her body were the vagina; it was the moon light coming through the woods, and the smooth thighs of butter. I still remember its taste and aroma of her vagina! I stared her for minutes with full of passion in my heart or amazing how beautiful she is! I kissed on her forehead. I drew a hot line along her face down her neck, trough the channel to her belly button. I could see her resistance against the pleasure and she tried her best to control her self closing her eyes. The sensation wasodd... it was like magic as I watched my hairless male legs transforminto sexy long female ones as I pulled them up and secured them in placewith the garter belt. This time when I looked in the mirror it wasactually kind of difficult to comprehend that what I was seeing in themirror was actually me. It felt like watching a video... I turned aroundand almost gasped... Jesus... was it just the panties and garter belt ordid I always have a feminine ass? I tried to convince myself. Her nationality: typically American, an up-to-date flapper. Her hair was bobbed and short, done in the customary style of the day, and she was clad in a highly abbreviated dress that showed off to perfection the full symmetry of her well-formed legs.Her eyes were of a deep violet hue, with long silken lashes, and she had a cute pert little nose and an adorable pouting mouth.Her age-well, that is hard to judge, in these days of modern fashion when granny dons short dresses and bobs her hair-but.