She was telling me about how she had a new condo where she lived with her son who was in high school and how exciting her first pride was. She was als... eying me up a lot, but really shyly and trying to act like she wasn’t. I though she was pretty cute for a middle aged lady, especially since she was small enough for me to throw over my shoulder. As the party was winding down I decided to take a chance and invited her back to my place for a few more drinks. She stuttered a few times and blushed. As he kisses his way up to my neck, I feel a hand moving its way down between my legs and I can feel him smiling against my skin when he finds how wet I am for him. His touch is feather-light at first, not what I want at all. Before I can beg for more, I hear him murmuring the word ‘warm’ before he dips his middle and forefinger into my cunt. I curse under my breath. His fingers are thick and clever. They find my g-spot without any trial or effort and move slowly, but with a certain expertise. "The image dissolved, along with any trace of the marbles, or sphere. My former body and I looked at one another, our mouths agape. We were to be trapped like this for a full year.My body said to me, "Well Kara, it looks like we shall have to wait a year to get back to normal."I said, "Don't call me that. My name is Peter, regardless of how I look at the moment." Listen to yourself, and look in the mirror. If you go around telling people that you're Peter Hotaling, they'll have you in the loony. I had fantasized daily about coming into class one day and seeing Miss A sitting on her stool and her bare pussy showed itself between her legs.While I never got to see her bare pussy, I am fairly sure that there were a couple times when her panties were a little wet, but there was no way of really knowing.Friday of that week arrived and still nothing from Miss D. It was eating away at my brain. So I decided to go to the gym in my town that day after school to try to take my mind off of Miss D..