"No, I won't be renting it, I'll be returning to England in a week or two." I reply. "Oh, that's a real shame." She uncrossed her legs and pulls down ...the bottom of her tight fitted top, hiding her brown stomach. If she was being coy, which I doubted, she didn't mind highlighting the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Two hard pips push against the stretched cotton of her vest, and I quickly look away. Downing the last of my bottle of beer, hoping the distraction would take away the tingle in. The rest were all young girls from the UK and USA. Oldest about 25 and to him all very pretty too. Some blondes, his favourite, some brunette, one with huge titties, but he said not so pretty! The girls would teach in the village school, only in the daytime, the man would spread the word of being decent! This meant showing the schoolboys how to wear trousers and shorts. The girls are shown knickers and tops. In the day they have to wear these while at school. Jazz hated this as they were too. " Now Patrick," Sally said, "this summer you have a lot of catching up to do on what it takes to be a girl. I'll walk you through it. And get used to people calling you Angela. All your friends are going to Driscoll, so I put you in St. Viator's to try a new life with new friends. You can call me Sally, but just call me 'Mom' in front of people, okay?" Okay," I softly replied. Instead of the harsh, deep voice that I had grown accustomed too, a squeaky-high little girl's voice came out. This was. I heared a noise coming from up stairs so I went up to see if anyone was there.The bedroom door was slightly open so I looked through it, and to my surprise I saw my friends wife,Sammy, all naked with her legs wide open. She was gently rubbing her clit with her finger and moaning slightly.Her pussy was very sexy, all shaved smooth and looked very tight and inviting, I could tell she was getting very wet and exited at her touching her self. Her whole body began shaking as she entered a small.