There was a man in front of me and a woman in front of him. I watched how he looked at her?..the heel of her shoe, the curve of her calves, the long ...air flowing down her back. Then the strangest thought entered my mind. I wished he would look at me that way?.. The diary went on over many months to describe the fascination that grew in me with being a woman. The first pair of pantyhose I bought?..the first time I shaved my legs??the men I fantasized about. I read it entirely and lay there. Admiring it .She then put her mouth above my cock and spat on it .Her hand then started to move slowly towards my shaft and before you know it .. her hand is around my cock .I realeased a strong moan as i could see a smile not fading away on her face ,She started stroking slowly while her other hand other hand squeezing her boob .I reached out my hand to touch her boobs .. she slapped it hard ,Mum:"No ... you dont get to touch this "Her hand started to speed up the stroking as she kept saying. Believe me she was a real beauty and I was lucky chap to have her. This goes back to the studies time. Our computer teacher was a newly married lady around 24 years of age, 5′ 7″, extremely fair, with excellent figure. I was always waiting for a computer, so that I can have a glimpse of her and fantasize about her in night.She generally used to wear saree or salwar kurta. She was extremely beautiful and in saree she just appeared to be real beauty as one can see her nice slim waist and her big. ” “I think we should get this photo done first,” Mike said. “Yes that’s a good idea,” I replied, knowing that Master would be waiting for it. Mike was standing on the balcony, it had a glass wall around it and there was a small table and four lounger chairs perfect for sunbathing. “Taatiana, come out here, have a look at our view,” Mike called. I walked out to the balcony followed by Sam and Pete. Mike was pointing at the beach and a restaurant that we could go and eat at when we had finished.