"A jumper Beth? Really? Wouldn't acocktail dress have been a little more appropriate?" I just smiled,knowing that I was dressing how I wanted to and i...king her just forspite. (The thought went through my head, 'this is how girls get back ateach other').Her guests all loved my eggplant parmesan with cooked baby carrots andciabatta bread, lapping it up and enjoying their home cooked meal. Ofcourse they all loved my chocolate mousse as well. And I admittedlyenjoyed the attention and all of the. " No, not really. I love having the body that you grew up in. I countmy blessings that I can be you every day. And I think I am the betterfor having your body. I hate to admit it but I was a pretty lousy dadto my kids for years after my first wife died... but becoming you, andespecially being your wife, has given me a second chance with mychildren, and I wouldn't trade that for the world! Thanks to you - andbeing you - I am a far better mother... and grandma, hard as that is tosay, than I. Once Nick was sitting comfortably Robert got me to move in front of him kneeling on the pillows he had put on the floor. I looked up at Nick; he was handsome young man, blonde wavy hair, tanned face and a 5 o’clock shadow. The brightest blue eyes, beautiful white teeth that sparkled when he smiled. High cheek bones and light red lips. He looked down at me and I rubbed my cheek over his bulge. I moaned as his cock got harder. I undid the clip on his trousers and then pulled the zipper down. Nick. ” Her voice ended in such a sad note I couldn’t let it go so I started in telling her that, no matter what, I would never tell her secret to anyone, it was ok to like whoever she wanted and we were all new to this stuff, that she was crazy thinking no guy wanted her, how all the guys I knew watched her when she’d walk by ESPECIALLY Jeff who I was sure had a crush on her, that she had a great figure and stick thin girls were overrated, that she dressed real nice, looked dynamite in a bikini.