Before I’d looked in the mirror, I was willing to give my whole situation the benefit of the doubt. Now, I wasn’t so sure. No! Whatever was going ...n was much more insidious than some cosmic joke, being punked, or a family surprise.The face that had stared back at me from the mirror had been my face – but NOT my face. I mean it was my face, alright; but it was my smooth, teenaged, full head of sandy blonde hair face. Not my dry and wrinkled, sixty-six-year-old, almost bald face. That, and that. You sit down and I'll make you some fresh coffee." Thanks, Lou." So, how did it go? I crashed out and didn't hear a thing so you could have got up to all sorts of things or had a fundamental row for all I know." It was like a dream." Did you go all the way?" No. The pill hasn't taken effect yet and I didn't want to use a condom first time."Louise nodded understandingly. "So?" I made him spurt with my hand and then he ... Oh Lou!" she buried her face in her hands for a moment and then looked up. My eyes were no longer locked with hers, because I wanted to watch her play with her pussy. I don’t know how big her tits were but if I had to guess I would say that they were “C” cups. They were huge compared to mine.”“Anyway, she put the brush back on her vanity and came over to the bed and stood right in front of me. She was so close she had to feel my breath on her navel. She started caressing my hair and running her fingers lightly over my face and asked me if I have ever licked a girl. ”I could feel his pre-cum drip onto my fingers.“Oh God yes… I want you… I want to be inside you again.”I slid up his body and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. Again, my mouth met his and I pushed my large breasts into his chest. I wanted to use every inch of my body to turn him on. I wanted him to remember this… remember me… for the rest of his life. “Tell me you want me,” I purred lustfully.“I want you… I want you so bad,” he moaned into my mouth.“Can you feel my wet pussy on your.