His brain connected the impossible facts together. He glanced back at the woman, then down at himself. A feminine gasp escaped his lips as he saw the ...boobs on his chest and the very feminine bikini bottom on his wider hips. "What...?" he tried to ask as he glanced back at the woman.The old woman just frowned and held out a bikini top, which coincidentally happened to match the bottom he wore.John didn't know what else to do; he took the top. Then, with a skill that added to his astonishment, he. "Oi!" she giggled quietly, but didn't move my hand, as she struggled with her trainers. "There are people next door!" she reminded me, as we heard the next room's curtains open and someone else enter that one. I smiled as she stood up again and pulled her top over her head, revealing her proud but modestly sized tits in her plain white bra. I rested my hand on the growing bulge in my jeans as Tiffany looked at me, then started to slide down her leggings, now showing she had on my favourite. My father looked at me so I guess that was a sign for me to go away. I could see what he meant, just by the look in his eyes so I walked towards the coach and turned on the TV. From that point I could still see Frank and admire him. He was indeed very sexy. I hoped I could see him again sometime. From time to time I noticed that Frank peeked at me. Or was it my imagination? My father and he talked for a few more minutes till he left through the front door.A few days later, one of those hot days. She went running early one morning and when she returned to the house she went right up to her room. She hoped no one was home, but if anyone was there she prayed it was Eric and not Laura or one of her kids.Her lust for Eric wasn't natural and she knew it, but was helpless to stop it. She slowly undressed and thought about how delicious his prick tasted when it rested on her tongue. She was in love with Fred, but Eric's teenage cock made her limp with desire.She tossed her running clothes in.