Andrewhad now once again become Ashley. And when 'she' saw Mrs Bentley approachher and gently caress her shoulders 'she' turned around, kissed her'aun...y' and softly mumbled "Thank you aunty, for making me be Ashleyagain. It was horrible having to be Andrew all this time." "Well darling,you'll be happy to hear that i just had Andrew's mother on the phone andshe has agreed to pick him up on Sunday so Mr Bentley can prepare himeven better for the coming schoolyear and that of course means our. Slowly and methodically she rubs the oil into my alabaster flesh. Loosening my muscles and relaxing my tensions she rubs and kisses. Kisses and rubs. Slowly and firmly she kneads her way down my back to my ass cheeks, and every once in a while she'll let a quick, gentle finger slide down the crack and up against the passion pit beneath. Each time she does so I quiver with delight. And she is keen to pick-up on this, laughing as she sees the teasing pleasure she's giving me."OK, now the front. She tasted good. She reached around behind meand unzipped my dress, pulling it down and off me. I could tell from thelook on Kate's face she no longer had any objections to my presence. I supposed she had never seen a shemale before. My large, firmbreasts hung over my curvy frame. I look like a tall well built woman,except between my legs, of course. Where the only evidence of my malepast stood to attention. Nana was the first one to move, stripping off her uniform. Shewas built as well as I. Then she felt the teacher’s fingers under her bra’s back panels as he kept talking about about the fabric. His fingers soon sailed over her spine down to her thong’s waistband. His other hand, resting between her shoulders started pushing her down, bending her over onto the desk. “Rest your elbows on the desk so we can better discuss your panties, Andrea,” she heard him command. She did as she was told and bent over, her back stretched horizontal from her neck to her ass, pushing out her pussy.