I held him close to me and shut my eyes as he pleasured me. We were standing as we were playing with each other and as such, it was not the ideal angl... for a fuck. I wanted it very badly.“You don’t want to stop do you?” He asked me. “Oh no”, I replied. With that he took my arm and led me toward the front of the car. I leaned on the side of the car, over the bonnet and he moved toward me again. This time he put his hands up my dress and held my hips. He smiled at me and whispered ‘Turn around’.. "That's not goodenough, after all Mister Walters has made a special effort to help youwith your problems." Her voice, a sharp bark, was instructional as ifshe was talking to a little girl. "Now come back and stand in front ofhim, look at him and thank him properly."I looked at her pleadingly, please don't make me do this, but her lipswere set in a tight line, her hands on her hips expectantly.Trembling I returned and stood before him in a hateful defeatedacceptance, every inch of me burning in. . well ... I didn't ... Hell, I didn't know what I expected. But I just know that the story behind all of this must be a real hoot!"This was NOT how I expected a proper lady to react to all of his weirdness.I waited in the kitchen starting at five. I only had to wait about ten minutes before I heard the garage door to the kitchen open. Mom came in wearing a big smile. When she saw my face, her smile faded slightly and her eyebrows went up. "What's up, Ron Jon? You look like your underwear might. Hot damn. This changed everything. Butstill, I wanted to play around a little further. Whatif I wanted to be a blonde? Could I do that? I closedmy eyes and concentrated very hard. At first, therewas nothing, but a few seconds later, I felt theshift again and when the dizziness passed, I openedmy eyes and saw that my flowing red locks were now alight sunny yellow. Briefly, I wondered about breastsize and the rest of it, but there would be timeenough, I was figuring, to do all of that. Right.