Ms Writ was unlike most of the other teachers.Most of the other teachers were 50-60+ but Ms Writ was easily in her mid to late 20s. She had pure white... straight hair that reached her lovely, round butt and a bust big enough that she couldn’t do up all of the buttons on her low-cut blouse. The best thing though was she never wore a bra and always wore tight and thin tops.For the first class I put my bag in the changing room, removed my shirt, trousers, shoes and socks, swapped my glasses for. I was in heaven and so was she. She kept it up and reached a good pace, sliding her pussy on and off my dick while I just moved slightly behind her, we reached a perfect rhythm and I fucked away at her juicy little pussy for several more minutes. Slowly her breathing became heavier and she started to moan out loud. I swear my dick was getting even harder as she bounced away on it. She began to halt the movement when my dick was all the way inside her cunt, stopping for a moment and then sliding. We were busy withother things in our life and I figured I had some time to reshape my body. Mywife, on the other hand, felt that we needed to figure out things like makeup,proper colors, clothing style, hair, jewelry, lingerie, boobs etc. So we beganin July trying different makeup and foundations to see what we could do with me.This is a very different thing for me. I know from doing the makeover lastDecember that my personal obsession with crossdressing no longer exists. I hadoriginally. ‘Are you shitting me? Will needs a good ass kicking. That would straighten him up real fast.’ I wasn’t interested in talking about Will, my attention was focused on each precious second ticking by as I stood there. ‘If the man asks, I’ll just tell him I knocked on every room door until I got the right one.’ Sandra sighed and stubbed out her cigarette. ‘Fine. He’s in Room 12.’ I turned toward the door. ‘Wait, Morgan. You don’t even know this guy. What if he’s a serial killer?’ I grinned. ‘Then.