"Oh hello Steven. No sorry he's away for the weekend with his Dad I'm afraid" "Oh Ok Bye". To my surprise she said "No don't go, I'm glad you've calle... as you can give me a hand with something, Come in".Mrs Wilkinson was a very sexy looking lady, about 5ft tall, slim, short bobbed dark hair, and shapely firm legs, and as my hormonal changes had been completed I was no longer a prepubescent young boy, though I was still very naive. My dick twitched instinctively as she stood next to me smiling. They smiled as theymet. She was a bit older now but still perfect, still a ladies lady,with class, deportment and not a hair out of place. She knew thedifference between a shrimp fork and a salad fork and how to move inhigh society. Rick laughed to himself that Ms. Lawrence had practicallyinvented high society. He reached out with both hands to shake her handand smiled with a warm smile."So glad you could come on such short notice. How have you been mydear? Let me take your coat. Would. I pulled them back toward me. She adjusted her stance allowing me full access to her. The hand on her front went over her mound and the one at the back turned and went between her cheeks. Over her arse and touching the back of her vulva at the same time my other hand touched the front. Her legs could take no more and she dropped onto all fours. If anyone had been in the car park, they would have heard her whimpers and moans now.I took up my position again, kissing the middle of her back. Gently. Vicky's gaze dropped. Nice breasts hung on Hank's chest, not too big, but almost perfect in shape. Perky. Moderate waist and wider, rounder hips. Long slender legs. And like the others, a crotch devoid of a male organ. Behind his bikini bottom, Vicky knew, was a woman's sex. For the briefest of moments, Vicky actually felt jealous of Hank's body.She glanced around again. All these guys had somehow been turned into girls. Somehow.The door to the inner office opened loudly, and an older woman.