Woh boli, sirf beautiful? Mene kaha, hot! Usne kaha thankyou. And hum chalne lage, jaate time kuch gira mene dekha uski payal thi. Mene kaha ye kyu ut...r di, usne kaha change main fas rahi thi. Mene kaha pehen lo acchi lagri tumhare beautiful pairo mein.Usne 1 second mein reply kara tum pehena do. Dosto mene moka dekha aur li payal usse and bola rakho per. Usne kuch na sochte hue apna per vaha ke bench par rakha. Mene uski salwar uthai, ohhh shit dosto… kya per the uske, usne silver colour ki. Well I can't think of anything I'd like better. Now, enough talk, I want you to make love to me.'She held out her hand and led me to her bed.I might have become a man that afternoon in terms of maturity, but sexually I was still very much a beginner, although very keen to learn. I was told to stand still whilst Rachel slowly undressed me. Both previous times my clothes had disappeared in a hurry, but this time apart from my coat everything was done very leisurely, with Rachel touching, stroking. Some girls would wear their dresses just knee-length or even above the knee, particularly after school when they could get away with it. This was especially true of the older girls that were shooting up tall, as their parents rarely had the money to replace last year’s dresses. We boys didn’t mind, even if the teachers would sometimes give them the eye.These two girls were in their growth spurt that year, I think. They also didn’t pay much attention to rules or to manners, nothing very. I had onefoot up on a chair as I tied my shoelaces, when out of the corner of myeye I saw someone enter. Taking my foot down, I turned around and sawit was an American woman, with a look on her face I really couldn'tplace."Uh, can I help you?" What's your name," she asked in an anxious voice."Jaime Hernandez," I tell her still kind of puzzled as to who she is,"Who are you?" I'm Mary Kent the mother of the young lady whose body you now have."I don't know what to say now. I mean, what do I say to.