Her middle finger caressed the little budding flower while her other hand moved over the ample flesh of her breasts. She loved to lift and watch her b...reasts fall, the flesh jiggling and rolling before settling back to its proper shape.Missy knew time was short, her parents or brother could come home at any moment. Now was the time to give into desire and lust for the luscious little body in the mirror. She teased open the folds of the silky little flower and exposed the hidden little nub of. I asked her, “Shall we take a stroll to the lake?”She said, “Sure, why not, no other work now, free for the day.”I told her, “Good that we can talk to each other. Else it would have been boring sitting in the room.”She expressed her happiness, “Yes, same here, and I am very happy. They will have a good time together.”I told her, “I think, you should have booked a separate room for your parents.”She said, “But why?”I said, “Few things are better understood than said.”She turned red and looked at. Mother and Miss Robins (Jack's mom) chatted for awhile about whatever women chat about. I took a few minutes, and thenbrought the tea and crackers in. Miss Robins seemed to be impressed withmy serving abilities. Mother excused herself for a few minutes. Miss Robins talked to me for a few minutes about the conversation thatJack and I had while we were playing 'Monopoly.' She asked specificallyif it was Jack or I that brought up the idea that cleaning and laundrywere 'maids' work. I honestly. My long hair was stylish for the time, and having an apartmentoff campus made things even easier. Yes all things considered I wasdoing okay. I would graduate in six weeks with a degree in business. Iwould move back to Northern California, and be Michelle full time.Meeting my hero changed that. It was a Friday night the last weekend inApril and I had transformed into Michelle. I had met up with somelikeminded and dressed friends at a north side bar that was friendly andaccepting of us. .